Time is flying by.
I try to stop it, freeze it, pause it, hold it –
and yet it slips through my fingers and rushes past.
I run to catch it, pace it, slow it, see it –
yet it’s speed is unmatched, unreachable.
Giving up and out of breath I realize, I cant remember how long i’ve been running,
How I’ve gotten here today or what I have passed along the way.
Am I chasing time?
or is Time chasing me?