Time flows with such indifference,
Each tick of the clock moving on mercilessly,
And yet varying on how quickly it goes by.
Some times it moves blessedly fast,
Life passing with nary a thought to now,
And yet more often than not,
It crawls by so achingly slow.
Moment by moment passes,
Making the pain inescapable,
As you suffer what seems endlessly.
Left wishing for rare moments of joy to be frozen,
To never have to leave them behind,
Wishing for a future that is worth waiting for,
Worth experiencing the pain of now.