The march of a clock’s hands advance as if catapulted into the future.
Our lives follow….tick tock…..tick tock.
The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. ~C.S. Lewis
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new… but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design? ~Paracelsus
Each moment has its sickle, emulous
Of Time’s enormous scythe, whose ample sweep
Strikes empires from the root.
Whether we wake or we sleep,
Whether we carol or weep,
The Sun with his Planets in chime,
Marketh the going of Time.
Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires. ~Charles Caleb Colton
I don’t know about you, but as I age, the years fly by faster, than the years before. The days stream one into another as TIME launches its way through our lives; Rampant and hungry for more.
Would I stop time if I could? I would highly consider it.
Hope you liked a different take on the challenge.