The God From The Machine

When time comes and goes, where does it go, in the "going" part? How do you fall asleep when there's less than a one-hundred percent chance that you'll wake up the same as you were? Just when you think you've found a foothold more certain than the last, it crumbles and all you can do is hope that someone above you can grab your hand before you fall- and hope that you don't drag them down with you.