The whispering wind
lightly taps me on the shoulder.
As if to say-
“Time is running out.”

I glance at my internal timepiece,
and I am frightened at my discovery.
Time has gradually disappeared.
Never to come back.
Never to be relived.
Never to be
Never to be

All the time I have wasted.
I cannot regain.
I cry silently.
I assure myself
that I will stay young forever.
I won’t ever grow up.
I won’t ever look death in the face.
I won’t ever
I won’t ever

But.
I must.

I cannot change what I have done,
I cannot make up for the things I never did,
or left undone.
Those things that are now only a fragment of my weary mind.

I am told to forget them.
I will not.
I will not.
I refuse to.

I will use thesm,
to prepare myself to live,
to truly live.
to make the most of the little time I own

No,
to make most of the little time life loaned me,
but I must return.
To make the most of every smell, taste, and feeling.
to realize there is not enough time to make mistakes,
that I’m sorry doesn’t change the things I did,
It won’t change anything,
It won’t change anything.

In order to live,
I must break the preset rules,
and create my own standards,
in order to find the person
that was there all along.
just waiting to be found.

After all-
time is just an hourglass
sitting on the table.
silently
and
steadily
the hourglass is running out of grains of sand.