Missing Celtica

Drowning in air,
breathing in water.
seeing in darkness,
blind in the light.
touching the intangible,
hands pass through the solid,
slipping away.
farther and father i fall,
nothing to catch me.
my death awaits me,
at the bottom of this bottomless pit.
falling on,
drowning in the air i try to breathe.
who said time was all i needed?
who said time was all it takes?
there is never enough time.