Time and Its Inconsistencies

All that has flown through my mind is this notion of time. Time is the ONLY thing that remains between you and I. It creeps and crawls for you while I am away but manages to speed itself up in my presence so that so few things can be accomplished. How long will it take? There must be a hidden trove of time lost somewhere in the scheme of our lives not yet tapped.

We move forward, seeing the clearing at the end of the path, but cannot reach it at the same time. Climbing mountains, scaling walls, scraping by the narrowest of paths while you slowly move through low valleys smiling up at me, encouraging me to meet you at the end...it seems so far away.

"The current is calling me, lolling me, waving goodbye...Save me, take me home." Washed away in this life, all things passing by with but a glance in their direction makes it hard to focus and feel just what we should.

Words on a page can only mean so much. They serve a purpose to dress up the obscurities we create while delivering the death blow we demand.

I demand time! The ability to move within my own world and not have to rush to manage the worlds of others. Continued frustration will only lead to distraction which will only destroy what I just recovered from. Be my aid and help cure me.