We stare so fixedly at the clocks in our lives --
willing them to speed up, or to slow down --
hoping for time to set us free
or time to get it all done;
longing for the current discomfort to pass
and anticipated happiness to begin,
or for some present joy to never end;
endowing time with wings, or leaded feet
when every moment lasts like every other:
it's our own perceptions that rush and decelerate.
And how will you waste, or spend, or treasure
your valuable time today?
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