• Time is everlasting... Or is it?

    No! No no, time is not.
    Time is fleeting, and seething, and scathing,
    Running away and evaporating,
    Before my very eyes,
    Before I can grab it,
    Hold on to it for the ride.

    Before I can blink, time is gone.
    So why do I procrastinate so?

    Procrastination is the devil, or maybe just the devil's spawn.
    Leading me to waste what is so preciously given.
    Causing me to change and rearrange
    Some attempt at a schedule.

    My life is in constant flux.
    Never the same, never to be tamed,
    Almost inflamed with excitement!

    Time is like a child, to make the most of;
    To cherish while it's here;
    To hold on to and protect.
    If only it were possible to collect it, and resurrect it once it was gone.
    If time is like a child, then use it, before it leaves for some far off college,
    To be on its own, and leave you to an empty nest.
    To the silence.

    Time is everlasting? No, not here.
    Here it will never be.