Ode to Time

You, time, are the picture of immortality. As endless as the heat of a Chicago summer night, You are never moving, always stopping. Faster than a speeding bullet, slower than a dying heartbeat, you are the bright blood bounding onwards to sustain our sluggish spirits. As detached as the indifference of a cold ex-friend, you constantly run out on us, making us late for school, early for summer. Keeping the beat with our blistered feet, you signal the end of our favorite songs, the start of the mending of broken hearts. Turning the fancies of spring Into the seedlings of love, You wreck havoc On emotion-wrought humans. You are that which we use so preciously, waste so easily. You are a strong force, Defying the laws Of gravity, and you will always endure.