A beating heart

Time is strange when it fastens onto me it doesn’t taste or smell, feel pain or suffering grow or die, love or hate and somehow, to me, that isn’t exactly honest. Not how it flows strangely by like currents through the sea! Not how it faces me in the mirror with less youth, more wisdom! Not how it courses through me with less heart, more confusion! Not how it opens the door to fear to death and the passing years! Not how this time confounds me? Leaves me chasing it, a tail I cannot catch Leaves me missing it, a bone I cannot fetch Leaves me loving it, a glow that does not dim Leaves me hating it, an ocean I cannot swim Leaves me cursing it! But without it, no forward or backward no living or dying no loving or hating no giving or taking no nothing at all that isn’t the same and the same and the same and the same not me! not anything! what a horrible game that would be if from time we were to depart all life and its beating heart? We’d all be apt to forget the measure of life how precious these moments ...are