Ticking Clock

It was all a dream

These blurred memories

Once I was 8 playing with Barbies, now I’m 18 preparing for Car Keys

Who knew decades and centuries could end so soon? Trends seem to come and go faster than Earth’s moon. I now relate to the agony of watching everyone around me grow but what scares me most is finally letting go. I eagerly search west and east; fulfillment never fails to cease. Instead, I see a small hourglass stuck upside down above an empty abyss waiting to be found. Hanging by a thread we continue teasing one another but sooner than later you’ll notice the frayed thread that’s holding us together. Our only hope at survival now; is courageously endeavor; as we stay tied to this weak branch glued on the side of a steep hill. What humans can’t destroy; the hourglass will

Trapped inside as the sand rapidly disappears; I stay observing from foggy eyes trying to accept that it’s impossible to avoid time…but my childhood is gone and I’m not blind to my parents and loved ones aging in contrast to fine wine. My friends and siblings are no longer young. Too bad maturity forced its way along

Change after change creeps up as my entire being fails to align. Does anything last? I can’t seem to keep up so instead I lie. I’d say no one warned me but I recall multiple sayings adults would evasively repeat. Quotes we thought were familiar then have begun to hit incredibly deep. My generation is quickly becoming a thing of the past yet I still haven’t had the chance to move on from my very first steps. I just genuinely can’t seem to comprehend, both in mind and heart, how our vast population casually adapted to every drastic start. It’s also peculiar to me how life can alter meanings. Quite literally, there's one requirement, and that’s simply existing. Definitions and feelings. Colors and shapes. Sights, scents, and sounds. It all creates this anxious desire to wish my natural human awareness had never come around

Time flies…Oh boy is that true? To be fair; the sphere in which we reside is now spinning at a faster pace and while many scientists attempt to explain, faithful beings understand it’s the almighty acknowledging his word. For everyone else though, how absurd. To speed up our suffering, I agree is necessary…If only I had obtained presence, maybe then I’d look forward less dreadfully

…Before you know it…You can say that again. Seconds turn into minutes and hours; the new year is concluding

In the blink of an eye…that’s truly how it feels. Please just for a moment; turn back the wheel. One more time, can we experience fun? I can’t help but deeply miss those summer nights with a special someone or when the sun refused to set as we played in the backyard under billions of shining stars. Longing for the past is dangerous, I’m aware. How, though, can I give up the pleasant things that were once in my care?

Any day now…I hate to break it to you but that exciting anticipation has lastly become an ugly desperation for time traveling

Sooner than you think…you don’t have to tell me twice or bring it back to memory. If I had another chance, I’d do it all differently

Live in the moment or one day you’ll regret it…well sadly that day has quickly come but at this point; what’s done is final and what's final is done.