Love hurts

Time

I feel like I'm constantly worried about time.
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
It consumes me.
Am I late?
Am I early?
Am I going to be late?
Am I too early?
Am I too eager?
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
Decades.
It's a man made concept...right?
Time doesn't really exist?
We are all just sitting on a floating rock.
A floating rock going through space.
And time exists for what?
A reminder of how we have too much or too little of it.
It just feels infinite and then at the same time short.
How can something feel infinite and short?
Time.
Time.
Time.
The clock is ticking.
The hourglasses sand is pouring creating a hill,
then a mountain,
And then it just fills up
To repeat the process again once it's flipped.
I could go crazy thinking about time.
My clock is ticking.
Deadlines.
Timelines.
Schedules.
Appointments.
When did my life become so consumed by time?
My biological clock is ticking.
Am I moving fast enough?
Am I moving too slow?
Why is everyone ahead of me?
Why am I behind?
Time.
Time.
Time.
I can't ever be enough or get enough of it.
Time.
It's mocking me again.
Time.
Help me!.
I'm drowning in the sand.
Time.
Time.
Time.
Am I alive or am I just existing?