Tick tock says the clock

Time is my enemy today. It keeps me entrapped inside this office. I keep willing it to move forward. It doesn't share my sense of urgency, my longing for a time so far down the road. It is content to meander from one minute to the next, always stopping to rest, to take in the view, not realizing that hordes of people everywhere are beckoning it to move faster. Just this once I plea. Okay, maybe this time and another, I add quickly. But time doesn't seem to have an ear for such things. It's stubborn silence leaves me only to reflect further on the matter (a strategic tactic, I am sure). To my dismay, I start to understand time's philosophy. Sure, I am sitting here in misery (severe boredom does bring out my dramatic side) with nothing better to do than write poetically about time BUT someone or more likely, a lot of someones, are enjoying this very moment and want it to last a lifetime. Cliche undoubtedly, but who is to say that cliche isn't just overstated truth.

Word to the wise, no matter how long you stick your tongue out at time it will not oblige you. So find a way to enjoy its pace and you'll be much better off. Obviously I have yet to discover how....