Mr. Bunny asked on his last thread how we deal with time. As in being on time, or late, or early.
BUT how much of time controls us?
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Suddenly you find you have run out of time. Or as the saying goes "time flys" or "where did the time go."
Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands?
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy?
Is it any wonder I'm sane at all?
Let me be more specific. Have you ever started a project and run out of time? Have you ever used the excuse you don't have enough time to visit Snowflake's forum? Or gotten into a fight with you significant other and said to him/her "I don't have time for this?'
Is time a friend, or an enemy, or a factor you just have to work around and deal with as best you can?
So, I come home from my 2nd shift and I ask my significant other "is there enough time for us to just sit down and have a libation before dinner?" And she says, dinner can wait.
Yet, why is it other people get home and dinner's ready ON TIME and can't wait, or I don't have time to sit and have a libation because.............. I got to finish this project I am on, or the football game is coming on in a bit, or I need to have a shower and catch up on my emails, and then.............
TIME RUNS OUT and you look back on your life and ask yourself why time was so important to you? Don't let time MAKE YOU, MAKE TIME.
I hope you all can find the time to digest this philosophical question and consider if you control time or if time controls you. Then take the time to explain yourself, if you have the time.
Summer's going fast, nights growing colder
Children growing up, old friends growing older
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
The innocence slips away
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