How precious seconds pass by me with haste.
I grip its tail in hopes that it will stay.
A force that acts poetically with space.
"Leave me slowly. Keep me here." I pray.
Minutes trudge and I am pulled along.
I live for future blessings. Salute past.
Time and space dance to an unsung song.
These memories I hate are those that last.
So, here I rest, the present that I see.
Tangible, I feel them while they're here.
Don't constrict the now. Let it go free.
Enjoy it while you can and hold it dear.
For time and space move infinitely on.
A tune of constant motion plays along.