Time



The future is intoxicating.

It consumes my thoughts.

I lay still as my mind accelerates.

There is no control.

I cannot stop.

I am over-whelmed with what may come.

I cannot focus on the present.



The past is comforting.

It absorbs my being.

It cannot be replaced.

It is gone.

I clearly remember.

I cannot forget.

I cannot focus on the present.



The present is disturbing.

It is unachievable.

It is here.

There is no control.

There is only panic and hope.

It shapes who I am.

I do not wish to be here.