Time bids me silent goodbyes. It’s fleeting properties not lost on me.

Yet how can it be, that something so intangible can be so stifling.

The seconds are ticking. Each moment slipping away before I can fully grasp and and understand its depth and difficult implications.

Why does it decree our limited existence; driving you to limits bounded by the hands of the hour and seconds; driving you to territories you’ve never charted previously.

Will you run the race till the end.

Which direction will you head in.

Will there ever be an ending.