Can everything return to what it was
And freeze in place until I catch my breath?
For though time marches on, I stumble
These sliding pebbles grow into a rumble
I'm chased by deadlines, goals, and numbers
A monstrous beast that can't control its hunger
My spirit left me just the other day
It told me I could not go on this way
And though I struggled, grasping at it tighter
My straining only left it ten times lighter
I now am left an ache caused by remembering
Whose pain is only lessened by surrendering
My body will not let me touch the past
"Because," it tells me, "nothing good can last"
I fear I've been abandoned by my soul
and now held captive by nostalgic goals
That "If I had but that one moment back
I feel there's nothing in this world that I could lack"
(This is likely not finished, but it was inspired by MacBeth's "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps at this petty pace from day to day" and my own feelings about time passing)
