Time.

Time.

Where does it all go?

On and into the unknown it flows.

A drop in a river.

like moments in time.

We are forced into its glimmering pool,

watching the menageries of life,

unfurl and twirl,

and melt and mold,

into this plane

that we forever hold.

Now and then,

We find soon enough,

that this suspension kills,

and we ask to fall.

On and in,

however we go,

Off and out,

as long as its slow.

Look to catch,

and we’re caught.

Moment by moment,

Spewing out.

Our past is fleeing,

Our future stalled.

Stuck in the now.

Go on,

stop off.