Perspective of Time

I was thinking of car rides in California.

Time

As a child, I always had too much time

Everything took too long

I thought it would never end

But now as I look back

I realize it has ended

And so will this

At first time is like rocks slipping through your fingers

then dirt

then sand

the water

then air

Then Death

And the only way for it to stop moving

Is to die

Oh how perspectives change

As a child I wanted to be an adult

as an adult

I want to be a Child

Author's Note

I wish I had listened when people said it would all end eventually, and I should enjoy childhood while I could. I haven't wanted to grow up or be an adult since I was eight.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Yep, totally get this. Sometimes feels like we move from crawl to walk to jog to run sprint to run to jog to walk to crawl. Nicely done