Time is my master. I can never grasp it. When I think I have a hold of it, it slips away. Time is not my prey but by trying to understand it, it further eludes my grasps.
Sometimes, I think perhaps I don't want to have an understanding of time. I want to be beyond the boundaries of time and do things in my time. But then when things slip by me, I realize that my time doesn't mean anything. I'm rooted in a current that I don't want to be in.
Thus, I am a slave to time.
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