No Time

No time.

 

100 years if I am healthy,

80 if I am lucky,

19 finished and stored in the vault,

40 left before the adventures start to end.

 

How many years does it take to read every good book?

How long until I’ve got it figured out?

And if I ever do figure it out, will it be to late?

Will the Red Queen ever win?

 

During time I spend in solitude,

I approach my greatest fear.

 

What I see is the end.

I’m nearing it at a hundred miles a minute.

There are no brakes.