when my reckoning comes these days won't matter (if they ever did), that I pushed, stretched to my limits and beyond instead of taking in a fiery sunset won't be worthy of a footnote in the annals of time, so why put myself through such grueling paces: it's what I watched, it's what I know, it's how I sleep at night, I don't know how to stop so I drive on another plough-house in the field
Tag: time
Hands
hands move, in a circular race time ticks away, each second is a gift an opportunity to learn, a chance to feel, a new experience - we take them for granted so caught up are we in using screens to numb ourselves to existence - the hands keep circling - neither fast nor slow - and we keep chasing precious time