It is those hours as a child,
as a young romantic,
in the throes of a miscreant’s goal,
when time seems forever, to be still, to not move,
to shadow the moments ahead,
it is in those quiet seconds of reality,
we seem to venture forth to discover our resilient nature.
Is this a valuable tool in defining our
or are we simply running our lives by
the second hand of our existence.
For it is a question of time.