time flies and i don’t have wings

time, a very unpredictable necessity in this life. it is tricky, unfair and most of all, selfish. when i was a kid i used to associate it with the word clock, watch or anything that's just simply ticking. because somehow it's evolving at the same time we were given a chance to live this once in a lifetime experience, the life itself. but it changed, and maybe it's supposed to. each time i envision time, i'm having the feeling of running out of it. as the case may be, living everything to the fullest is not what it's about, no matter what happens because for all i know, eventually it would not be enough. there's always gonna be a longing, aching for more and simply hoping because you've been underprivileged and just got a nanosecond left, all the time. everything is just in a hurry. like i haven't even blink my eyes yet and yours were already close.