It?s very scary.

Each ticking moment passes by.

Lost, and never ever to be recovered.

Sometimes it goes slow,

Sometimes it goes by really fast.

No matter what the speed is.

It?s going in a one way lane.

Once you let it slip by.

It?s gone forever.

Here I am, sitting in front of my laptop

Letting time pass by.

Letting precious time eat myself away,

Deteriorating little by little everyday.

It?s not that I?m unaware.

I?m fully aware of it.

?time? is not a substance,

but merely a notion us human created.

Nevertheless you can feel it all around you

It materializes itself in our head,

In our conscious.

I can feel it

I can feel it being put to a waste, by me.

?time? itself is not what I?m really scared off

what I?m really scared of is myself.

How can I ignorantly let it slip by.

I want it back.