Into the Future

A jilted poem I wrote back in March:

"Into the Future"

I’m no friend of time.
I pay time respect but never will I fear it.
The definition of constant motion while you stand still,
The center of the universe in its own mind.
The stoic face of undebateable truth.
"Time stops for no one".
The reason for words like "distractions" and "waste".
The one we fight but always lose to.
The one we race naively.
Time is kicking my ass on the daily.
I’m older than I was when I wrote this.
I’m older than I was when I thought this.
There will be no pause button.
There will be no time outs.
There is no rip in the fabric of time.
All we have is the reality of the situation...
While you sit and ponder the meaning of that,
Realize that time keeps on slippin, slippin, slippin...