time is a winged chariot

time is a winged chariot

ever since time found time to
be created, time never cease to
fleet. seconds tick into minutes,
minute tick into hours, hours make
up days. day by the day, years
come and go while I play the role
of a late comer, always behind,
playing catch up along the way.
it seems no matter what I try
time finds time to slip away.

birth would be tomorrow,
but today feels like death.

this ride from birth to death,
is yet to begin, but
i’m sore overwhelmed.

wait! i need to catch my bre...