Sometimes we just don’t have enough time.
At others we have way too much.
Really, is it ever enough?
We live by the clock
We die by it too.
Rush here, rush there, no time to spare
No time to tarry, I must rush everywhere.
Yet where are you going, except to a grave?
Headlong towards the end, it that what you crave?
While young we have forever
When old we have nothing.
We lost the value of slowing down to breathe
The importance of just sitting here among the trees.
We’ve lost it in the construct of time
As it locks us tightly, our souls to bind.
RedRavenPoems 
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