There is this thing...

There is this thing, this baleful little thing; it is truly the very bane of my existence. It is a horrible and loathsome thing; the instigator of all that is wrong in my life. It dances around me, plaguing despair and destruction all along its means. It is utterly ruthless and unforgiving, for once you let it slip through your importunate little fingers...it is lost and you are left forever searching for it.

Searching, searching, forever searching, because despite the fact that this thing does callous, malicious, and harmful things, even threatens the very threshold of my fragile sanity. I need it and it burns through me so completely. I pathetically long for it and bargain away bits and pieces of my life for it. Even for just a taste of it. And before I know it, my need overcomes me and I find myself constantly chasing after it. Begging and pleading for that oh so savory little taste of this vital little thing.

It maddens me, causing me to rearrange everything in my life at a chance of grabbing a hold of it and beating it into submission until it is mine and I can end this aching hunger that consumes me. But no matter how hard I pursue or how much I try to outwit this sinister little thing, the only taste that I receive is that of defeat. For my pleadings go unanswered and my wit is outwitted and this thing cares not of my woes. It is fully heartless and pays no mind to my insignificant needs. It is persistently two steps ahead of me looking back at me, mocking me and beating into my very essence, that I am weak and innocuous in the presence of it's oh so powerful existence.

I am left there standing alone, only crumble from my defeat as it bleeds through me. I fall to the ground and lay there defeated and weak, wallowing in my own pathetic self-pity, but it does not walk away gracefully from its victory. Oh no not this beastly little thing. It stands there taunting me, constantly swirling around me, laughing and pointing and chanting it's wicked banter at me.

"You can't catch me and you never will. You never should have let me get away from thee." it says to me in its petty and merciless tone.

It is undoubtedly a rather evil little thing for you see, it knows of just how much I need it and of the fact that without it I am nothing, for without it I do not exist. It is my dictator and my regulator. It does not need me...I need it.

What is the name I give this atrocious vile thing, that I so long for and need? Why do I chase it so persistently? What could it possibly be you ask me incredulously?

All I can relay to thee is that I have no picking. It is as imperative as the air I breathe. It is irrevocably inimitable, for it is time.

Time to do all that I want to do and love all that I want to love. Time to enjoy life at my own velocity and not miss out on the preciousness that surrounds me. Time to wrap myself in the warmth's of the miraculous beings that encircle me. Time to bask in the wondrousness of the gift of life that I have so fortunately received. Time to live my life and not let my life live me.

Time...time...time.

But sadly I sigh and say a final thought to thee. Something that which you already possess in your very own psyche, but yet I feel the need to inanely repeat.

Time waits for no one, no matter what importance you profess.

No one, nobody, not even me.