Tick, tick...(silence)

The only thing we truly have is time

Looks fade, friendships drift away

Relationships sour or end in pain

Health is fickle to the point of cruelty

Even our memories eventually melt into confusion

And yet - what is time?

It is both our master and our slave

At once, abundant and scarce

The whip and the salve on the wound

I don't have time to cook that healthy meal

I don't have time to read to my child

I don't have time to care for my ailing mother

I don't have time to walk in the forest

I don't have time to take a bath

I don't have time to cry or feel or be

Today, it feels like time has abandoned me

There is none and tightness binds my chest

Constricting my throat - stifling a scream

I feel I'm falling, I'm failing

And yet - I do not despair

For there is always tomorrow

I believe this time will be restored

Sometime in the future - there will be time

For all these things that should be precious

Perhaps there will be time

Or maybe it's all run out