the days rush so quickly
I can’t keep up
the proverbial ticking of the clock
never allows a moment of pause
sunrise, sunset, repeat
without memory of what happens between
I want to grab at time and hold her close
but its impossible to catch her
Hoping at least to keep up with her stride
I beg for time to slow down
but the more I focus on her,
the faster she moves ahead
she rushes and sprints,
charges, stampedes
ever leaving me in the dust
of regret and disappointment
I delay but she does not
she’s a force I can’t control
moving faster and faster until it’s too late
then stopping before I am ready
I know time flies,
but where to? how fast?
some say they’re on time-
so why don’t they break her wings?
poems.