There is never enough time
. Never enough hours
days words to cover all the ground that needs
to be covered, that should be covered, that
be covered if we had a lifetime.
There is not enough time to fully absorb that
which we need to absorb
. We can only hope to
assimilate the most potent of particuars.
The harder you try to hold onto something,
the more elusive it becomes, slipping away
through clenched fingers. Like fists full
of sand, pouring steadier and steady through
tight grasps, quicker sliding through the cracks.
Time is all we need, time is all we ever need,
but the future comes roaring down the streets and
in panic, trying to grasp at whatever we can
get, sometimes we lose it too quickly.
You are supposed to forget about the sand. Forget
the hourglass slowly emptying, heading to an
inevitable trickle of the last few seconds.
Just deal with what you have.
There is never enough time.