Slow down the moment, breathe it in See the floating filaments of microscopic things. Taste on your lips the salt on the wind. Hear every sound, feel everything. And in the case you hit record, These fleeting memories can be stored. How many moments passed me by in a flash? And what was more important, than to make them last? But needy, greedy time absorbs you in your prime As a hungry hurricane, destroys the hourglass, grain by grain, Flattening the days in its wake. Yes, time cannot be faked. Only, to be present in each second, Is a force with which it will reckon.
