I am learning to be grateful for each second of every minute of every hour of every moment

But I am aware that today will soon be yesterday,

only joining the history lesson of ‘remember those days’

But before then, I will tell you of time.

It can fly.

It promises to heal all wounds and heartbreak

we try to save it, kill it, repeat it, but there’s never enough of it to tie.

It stops everything from happening at once

making sense of past into present into the future.

Its later, now, or its sooner.

Time; Is what measures the duration of pain, life, and joy.

And of everything awful, but its lovely, its gracious,

but such a bitch.                                                                  

Time; is like the wind

Lifting light even as the fly line is thin

While leaving the excess, the restless, and the heavy to crush the breeze.

And I’m really convinced time stops when you ..(sniff)..(sniff)..sneeze.

Time; has become my heartbeat

And somehow its flickering my imagery leaving me with dreams of only what I have not seen.              

Time; seems to rule all aspects of our lives and has been the endless fascination of the evolution of our creation through every born nation.

It seems to vary from place to place, but today I have yet to face a case

where it does not intervene into every little thing.                                                                                            

And the mysterious thing is that time is personal and yet so public.

Its only in my head, but everyone can touch it.

Each second is for you, but that very moment is shared for all of us too.

It doesn’t matter who you are or what you pursue,

time doesn’t discriminate so don’t misconstrue.

We all have a life. It speeds at 60 minutes per hour

But seems to only pit man.

Bird, bees, the open seas all so free

from the tik-tok time bomb mentality that plays in you and me.                                                 

See; a hummingbird can flap its wings 90 times in one second.

Those wings are strong of silver, emerald, and gold

So tiny yet so bold with hearts of their own to mold,           

with angelic features and ecstatic colors that can fly

but, as always time catches up and they’re gone in the blink of an eye.

The average wingless fly can live no more than 30 minutes.

And if we’re ever limited to such extent,

I would cram every 60 seconds to remain content and remember each one well spent.

So maybe that’s my question..

How are you, how are we, how am I spending time?

Maybe we should stop.

Stop dreaming of the day you’ll get a better start or when life wont be hard          

Just embrace the wild things crammed in your arteries

Not being able to reach your heart.

So stop hoping if you do nothing to make it.                               

Time is watching

So, what are you doing about dying?

Don’t think about the speed of light or the sharpest knife because time is killing you.

Talk is cheap & every second should be considerably well spent, so thank you everyone for reading this and spending your time with me.