Time

Where has time gone? Has it disguised itself and hidden from me? Has the wind carried it to a far off place? Has the rain washed it into the earth only to have the sun come out to evaporate it away again? Where has it gone? In the still of night my cries echo through the streets as I plead with time to come back for me. When I stop, all I can hear is the silence of the night, and no reply from time. The more I look for it the more it hides from me. I am always one step behind, calling for time to wait up for me. But time doesn't wait for me. He ignores my cries. After spending most of my life looking for time, I now know why time passed me by. I should have stopped and looked for him in the present, and not in the past or the future. I always looked forwards and backwards but never to my side where time had been all along. For time waits for known but everyone waits for time. We spend our lives waiting for time to wait for us, when our waiting is over time has already passed us by. The next time you look for time, stop and take a look around for time will be there, but if you wait to long, time will surely pass you by.