Time.

Now there’s a huge concept to open with. Is it a real thing or merely a psychological construct to help us get through our humble existence? Debate has raged over this since the dawn of philosophy so feel free to get back to me when you have a definitive answer to that conundrum.

My poor little mind only knows that there’s never enough of it around when I need it!

Time, that most precious commodity,

Slips away silently, unnoticed.

Its pace accelerates at each new hour.

Days, weeks, months pass.

Little changes, save the appearance of a few new wrinkles.

Take time to stop.

Renew.

Flap to a new beat with fresh wings.

Why?

Tempus Fugit, bitches.