Marching on in an endless progression, ticking away each second, each fraction of a moment of our lives, swept away by the second hand.
We endlessly wait, on the end of a phone as the computer speaks and our pressure rises because it isn’t real, it isn’t human. Running like the rat through a maze, obstacles thrust in our way, push one for…push two for…..please wait while I transfer you, to yet another mechanical voice and we are trapped, waiting.
Sitting in a cold room on a metal table or in a chair beneath the harsh light, staring at drab posters meant to soothe and the white marred color of the four walls, our time is never worth much to those that pack the cage a bit too full, gotta get more in, yes, we can squeeze you in yet a watch will never give you extra seconds, extra minutes do not exist, and we wait.
Years move on without us, today will be the same tomorrow but you will change. More grey, more tired, more impatient for more time to live, after all of the lost moments we fritter away, in the end it is what we ask for, more seconds on the clock to try for one more score of a beautiful moment, one more minute to whisper words never spoke , one more hour to squeeze out one last visit, one more day to last a lifetime…but it is here where there is no waiting, all the rush and bustle of haste and the clock stops, frozen in that space of a second and then we will find how long it is that eternity lasts for.
What is it really when it all keeps moving, something in our experience much larger than ourselves…or perhaps it is we that need to put a name to each experience, negative at the thought of wasted time. It comes and goes, with or without us, tick tock and the world keeps turning. Do we stand and wait or fly untethered by time itself, free at last to just embrace and live regardless. There goes another moment never to return, at least I have this….fleeting thoughts.