Time is something we don't get back, what you have is what you get. The way you use your time, is the key.
I feel like I’m running--
Jolting and sprinting with everything I have.
helplessly wasting every effort that comes my way
to do nothing more than impossible.
in my mind I seek out determination.
begging on the thought that it’s still there.
from the bottom of my soul
I thrust it out
for the pathetic hope
It could save me time.
there is never enough
it may seem as too much
the thought of forever
possessed in the back of your mind
this thought you regretfully know
but choose to forget
never realizing the that at any moment the agonizing fear
and slip of the mind
could throw it forward.
with forever purged around you
taking in the essence it brings
with no stop, pause, or replay
ceaselessly moving onward
with not even a second to rest.
your aging in seconds
time is being wasted by the minutes
for you are no longer younger than you once were the day before.
it’s a trick
that few notice
but the brave,
play along with.
if I must tell you
and always have your next move ready to be played.
for if you forget
merely with simple though of the slightest ease of mind
you will soon be behind.
no day is a guarantee,
cherish each one as if it were you last.
the only chance of survival
of this terrifying world
is to remember the value of time
you are your own enchantment.