Time is eating. A pig on the mountain of do's, don't's and have wills. Life is happening and we are a splash of things forgotten, denied, mistreated, misinterrupted, misused.
Misunderstood always; my motive in finding why I am, we are, you must be, and them are what we are.
This feast of evolution; and all things, are this count down in my mind. Will I finish in time? With value gained not just for myself and my own, but the greater good. I worry I can't keep up with this race of eroding life. I want to be better. It's just beyond me sometimes. Most times.