running out

Clocks, Calanders, Computers...Sun Dials
Hold a simple story, more like a little white lie
About the day, the month, the year...and the time
A.M, P.M.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday
May, September...December...
Remember Y2K?
That was a big Fukken hoax to nowhere, mostly about nothing

We,
Well not you or I specifically
But, we humans create and keep records of time
Since the inception from wherever, we guard the relevance of a schedule
The all important tick tock of time...
(As if it's the purpose behind our day)
Meanwhile, there isn't one other single species on this planet that time affects
We, on the other hand effect every species (including our own)
Typically, for the worse...
So...in all our genius and glory
We measure time
And in that time, we hold a fear...
That time will eventually come to an end

No Other creature here has that fear
Instead, every other creature fears us

What does that say about them?
About us?
About time?

Late?  Who's late?
I'll tell you who's late...
Anyone and everyone in understanding the true significance of life.
And in that nervous panic, you will miss this one true and significant timeless gift
One in which will never actually be understood and appreciated...
Until, you stop
and
Forget about time
My time, your time
This all is our time
Be there, be here
Go anywhere, at anytime


Ps, does your dog care about birthdays?
The dog only cares about pleasing you and getting treats.