The Essence of Time

As I look across this empty room

The walls of time surround me

At times the walls are far apart

Enabling me to breathe deeply

Inhaling, exhaling, relaxed, being at peace

Setting my own pace, creating a groove of harmony and warmth

Easing in and zoning out

This is my favorite time

Other times, the walls constrict

Becoming consuming, No time

My time is not my own

Moving to a different pace, the pace of others captured

Unable to breathe, smothered slowly

So as to see all that is being taken away from me

This is my least favorite time

The happy medium........

Hmmmm, It's possible, I suppose

A shared time

Alittle bit of what I want

Mixed with alittle bit of what others want

What good is unused time anyway?

Shared time, What a concept!

I'll have to try that sometime

When I have more time.....