As a child,
time is a huge landscape,
so vast and complex.
The seconds slowly tick past.
They feel like endless hours.
As a child is this one of your superpowers?
Bending the will of time, making it crawl.
A summer feels like a time waterfall,
where every drop is singled out,
and slowly falls.
A seawall where time takes an age
to etch away at the crumbling rock.
As a child,
time is slower than a ticking clock.
As a child
we have had less time
on this earth
We have only been here
since birth,
the years
haven't sped past,
they have elapsed
at a speed relative to us.
As we age
the years start to enrage,
no longer wanting
to be in the slow lane,
so, they pick up pace.
As an adult
I see the passing of time, so fast,
A river rapid,
the urgent currents
pulling you along.
Never letting you relax and lay back.
An hour can feel like a minute.
Blink
and you'll forget you were in it.
It feels like being a passenger
in a stolen car.
You are off course,
the driver has his foot to the pedal,
a wall looms large
and then it crashes to black.
Never time for one more song,
never time to just stop
and let the world breathe along.
As an adult,
time is a cruel companion.
Teasing you, etching you
like the rock face
of the seawall, you saw
as a child so many years before.
It turns loved ones to dust,
fades out so much more,
and in the blink of much older eyes
you see yourself weakened by time,
but happy to have swum in its tides.
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