Time

Sometimes, the air is too muggy- it's hard to catch your breath you trip as you run up the stairs- too fast too much too soon it's life. It doesn't slow down, pause or give you room to breath Man's construct of time is treacherous- it eats away at the inevitable- it rushes you to fulfill your destiny by pressuring you to obtain societies' duties- which are also man-made a construction of our world- manipulation at its finest- what happened to our youth? When time lasted, Moments were cherished and continuous- then sometime around adolescence, we lost the joy of life and instead, focus on time's constraints soon everything is measured by time, all is constructed according to our linear understanding we don't fully live in the moment- rather expecting and anticipating the next moment this leaves us all; living in the future- stuck, frustrated with time's pressures How could man create such a thing that destroys our pure existence