“Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings” John Updike

Nightmares of Time

Do I have anxieties?
What am I afraid of?
What is my worst fear?
What do I worry about?
Who am I scared of?

Jumping
Into the abyss
Falling, flailing
Yet never reaching
The ground
Suspended in
Mid air
Not flying
Not falling

Running out of time

Sprinting
Leaping
Close enough
Feeling it
Almost touching
Tasting it
Yet never reaching
I want it so much

Running out of time

My heart pounding
Cold sweat
Covering all of me
In my mind the same theme hounding
Of being late
My greatest worry seems to be

Running out of time

Time from what?
My life