Time and Such

The future, it's coming on so fast. Don't blink, you'll miss it; then it becomes the past. Nothing can be done, nothing to stop or slow it down. I'm getting so behind in life, sometimes I fear I might drown. They say I have plenty of time, still others say that I don't. Do you know how it feels to have nothing at all? It is a deep sense of want. In want of companionship, friendship, some bit of loyalty. There's none of that here, but I guess it would have spoiled me. Maybe there's no gain, nothing at all to be won. Oops! I blinked! Now it's all done.