We have all been fighting a battle we have already lost, And all the time you thought you have gained is simultaneously lost.

I have been hanging on the needle of the hour hand, watching in agony as the second hand pass by,
it's like holding a handful of sand
and watching it escape through the tiniest of cracks.

The seed I planted last summer is now budding with flowers, while the neighborhood tree that stood tall
fell down like demolished towers.

And I stand here,
a mere animal trying to contemplate "time" and its majesty.

Maybe it's time to let time just be!
Maybe it's time to be a part of time itself ,
to tick with it,
stick with it
drift with it

I won't philosophize time anymore
since it's beyond me.

© Rr