We get there sooner than we think.
Time grow old but time is not ours.
As we grow old time is speeding up.
Like a reminder to us that the end comes before we even know it.
Time get us older and there is no escape from it’s relentness.
Apologize all you can, time wait for nothing.
The slow movement seems fast and the fast seems slow.
Time was never given to any of us.
We were born into the evolution of time.
As children of time we still try to escape.
Time show us what we can reap.
Maybe we have changed time without even knowing our true existence.
We shade for what we want to stay blind.
It’s almost to easy just to let time slip away.
When something intervenes in what we are, we scream.
Like “me too” and the feeling of “violation”.
We pass on the responsibility for our self in strangers hands.
In time we complain and acuse the world to be what it’s not.
Leave messy stains to dirty incident… long time gone.
Telling time does not matter in our glory of what we became.
It’s almost as we want to claim the time past away, long ago.
It’s when time turn light into shadow’s.
Silently choke all what existed before our time.
On our turning away from the natural world as time pass away.
We need others to excuse our self not taking our own resposibility.
Time is a circle where we try to keep a straight line.
Forgetting time owns us all and will devour us.