It is the only endless thing we desire and never seem to have enough off. It is the thing that can only move foward and never back. It is the one thing we waste without ever getting it back. It is the thing few people cherish and many overlook. It is the beginning and will we the end.
It is time…and I’m running short of it.
Why…why is it when we most need it, there is never enough time? There is never enough moment to spare. Why is it that days seem like hours and hours seem like minutes? I do what I need in good time, but there is never enough time to do what I want the most. Times that we laugh, times that we roll around, times where we cuddle up. Times when we are just…who we are.
All times that pass by too fast.
You know you’re getting older when you realise that you’ve been taking for granted all the time you have. I don’t know. I just wish I had more time. More time to finish of unfinished business. More time to go through the day. More time to set things right. More time to make you smile. More time to give you something I took away from you. More time to live my life with you.
But time does not wait for anyone now doesn’t it. All it does is more foward, one tick at a time. All we can do is move along with it. Go with it’s often turbulent but methodical flow or ride above it like a surfer above the waves. I know that’s all you need. I know that’s what you want. I know there is nothing I can do. But if there was time I wish I could really play God…now is the time for it.
I just hope what time we have left will be enough.
I hope it’s enough to do it.
Hope it all I have.