Time, constantly fleeing from me,
I’ve chased it, I chase it, I am chasing.
Don’t waste valuable minutes retracing.
What started as a game, leads me down a spiral staircase,
Feeling sick and scared, I hate this game of chase.
Why won’t it just stop & discuss things, face to face?
Time never tires and the wind never leaves it sails…
I can run until I collapse, my mind and body fails
Play this game of chase again? only time will tell…
As I grow older, I am so focused on finding more time.
Catching only a minute to take in the sunshine.
A second to breathe, a second to unwind.
I am seduced by the thought of winning the game.
It taunts me everyday, screaming out my name.
Every second changes me and time remains the same
I charm the seconds to convince them that I am worthy.
But they soon realize my request is self-serving.
Time can’t be caught, for it is always fleeing.
You will only catch a few seconds, before they disappear.
Time is making it more and more clear…
That time isn’t something to be feared.
Time plays games, a champion of hide & seek.
I call “time-out” only it can’t hear me.
Is my desire to catch time sought selfishly?
This thought leaving me confused and concerned.
How much more will it take before I learn?
Time isn’t something I must work hard to earn.
It was given to us, a gift from heaven sent.
That time isn’t running from us, only a tool for measurement.
The decisions I have made are measured in moments.
I choose my moments, how long I will stand in the sun.
I know now that time works for me, but always on the run.