Each twenty four hours moving on in seconds and minutes in each day.
Either busily racing or ambling along as if all the time in the world.
Daily themes shift with
thoughts, work or amusement.
When we chase things that look like they need catching, time careens by but when we finally catch what we are chasing, time stops. Cold.
We are left with the taste of time, questionably spent, in our mouths.
Choosing a theme is like that ~
chasing and catching,
As July’s days grow shorter and yet seem longer still, the shine and glow has disappeared from whatever that idea first was.
To be certain, there will be another chase
When we chase things that look like they need catching, time careens by but when we finally catch what we are chasing, time stops. Cold.
We are left with the taste of time, questionably spent, in our mouths.
Choosing a theme is like that ~
chasing and catching,
playing with and figuring out.
As July’s days grow shorter and yet seem longer still, the shine and glow has disappeared from whatever that idea first was.
To be certain, there will be another chase
while learning secretly happened behind the times.
“But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices
with us, forward into the unknown. We can only move on.”
~ Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing
Author's note: Edited December 19, 2023
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