Where is the revolutionary time machine that may make my worries disappear?
However, I understand the fragility of the common minute.
Years provide crucial milestones in life.
Yet, why do those milestones seem so far away?
My impatience just embellishes my curiosity for life’s timeline.
Rainy days are the longest when there is no lightning or thunder to make the storm more interesting.
Nights seem to be endless if no moonlight is even present.
All I hope for is a perfect day, with no worries or weight on my shoulders.
No timer that marks the beginning of when you wake to when you sleep.
But, I know I must cherish the imperfections of time while traveling through the ages.
