It seems time grows faster everyday,

and seconds turn into yesterday.

Can't we stop and think,

and dream outside of sleep?

We trip,

We fall so fast,

We can't catch up,

and we run after what we gave up.

I have learned to follow my heart,

But it never tells you where to start.

So I will fall far too fast,

and make every moment last.

I will grab and take hold,

Of unsteady things and black holes.

Life should never be predictable.