Time is my ailment
Realization is my cure
Such cruel treatment
As I notice its lithe wings
Passing me by
My tears fall
Only to be swallowed by the river
Of people who've already realized that time has left them in it's wake
My screams ring loudly
Only not to be heard
Amongst those of the people who've already called for time to wait
Is it my fault?
Should I not be happy?
No
Only if time would slow to swallow every small detail of the perfect moments
Bliss
Happiness
Why must it pass so quickly?
On the lithe wings of time...
Maybe it's only me.
Maybe...
Just maybe if I would breathe a little deeper
Smile more
Not think as hard
It wouldn't fly so fast.
