Tick-Time

Tick goes the clock... there's still time. Hurry? What's the rush? There's still time.

Time to be big time time to be small to take center stage or become nothing at all. The future still holds a questioning stare no directions of certainty or even of "what I'd like to be." Why run? Walk -- savor the moment. Yesterday you felt the same way--want to rush the minute, hour, day. Now look back and wish for times reoccurring. Nostalgia eats a painful hole in an already aching heart.

Don't run. Don't rush. Don't look back the past has past. Some things in this world of ours just weren't meant to last. Don't look ahead the future is a fickle temptress, one minute beckoning and the next dismaying. Don't look, don't leap, just start.

Take a breath, suck it up, start. Remember, everyone had to start somewhere your "somewhere" just happens to be here and now. Where will you end up? Only time will tell.... tick-tock