The minutes go by ever so lightly. They pass across me like
water in a river that flows towards his sea, not even
noticing me. I'd like to reach out my hand and grab a peace
of those water (however impossible that might be), to hold
it in my arms and say 'this is me! I ain't letting it slip
this time!'
But time, like water, has the incredible tendency to slip
out from between your fingers (no matter how tightly you
press your palms together). Off it goes. On it goes. And
there goes me.