If you name it, then it exists

I keep trying to reframe

Time.

Figure out why it matters.

And of course, it's regret that demands an answer.

Time is yet another construct

For us to attempt to alter.

To go back, change the horrors,

To fix Now.

Leap forward,

Find the flaws,

Jump back

To fix Now.

To create Utopia.

The problem is,

We think it's all about us.

That space and time should move in accordance to personally right the wrongs.

But we have yet so much to learn,

A pause we need to learn to take,

Some thought before we create in haste.

The time you will never be enough

If you are looking behind you,

Or too far ahead.

There will only be enough time

When you understand that

This is Now.

This is It.

This is the only chance you will ever get to be right here, right now.

Use your Now

wisely.