How precious seconds pass by me with haste.

I grip its tail in hopes that it will stay.

A force that acts poetically with space.

"Leave me slowly. Keep me here." I pray.

Minutes trudge and I am pulled along.

I live for future blessings. Salute past.

Time and space dance to an unsung song.

These memories I hate are those that last.

So, here I rest, the present that I see.

Tangible, I feel them while they're here.

Don't constrict the now. Let it go free.

Enjoy it while you can and hold it dear.

For time and space move infinitely on.

A tune of constant motion plays along.