At the moment...

Time is dimension I often misunderstand 

In the great scheme of life

It never varies its course

Despite my constantly varying assessment 

Of its true value   

When I was a child

Every day was a unique experience

Because each day was new and grand

I was innocent and naive 

Carefree and rambunctious 

Making the most of every waking second

But as I grew older

And each new day

Became a smaller snippet 

Of my greater experience 

I began to lose track 

Of the value of any given moment

Days blended together

As I got caught up in myself 

And lost track of the ticking clock

Of the bigger picture

Of the marathon ahead 

And lessons gained from time spent

My inward orientation  

Left perspective by the wayside 

As years quickly passed

With frustration and impatience 

Nurtured at the hand 

Of my juvenile observations

Now I find myself 

Seemingly starting anew

Yet time has gone unchallenged 

Leaving me a quarter of the way through

Yearning for the innocence of days past

Dreaming of grandeur in the days ahead 

Forgetting still, of the present moment 

I must slow down!

And appreciate today

Maximizing each second

For the benefit of the next

For I now realize

That if I rush the race

And focus only on the end

Then time will fly by 

Without my knowing