“And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.”
-Pink Floyd
Hey there, kids. As you no doubt gathered from the title of this post and the quote above, I’m still musing about time. This isn’t for no reason. I’ve been going through a lot of life and family changes recently and reflecting on the nature of my life and life in general. It’s all so ephemeral and brief, isn’t it? I mean, this isn’t new ground. Pondering the briefness of our stay here on planet earth and the desire to leave some kind of legacy behind is all part of the human experience. If you read my most recent post, this one is kind of the companion to that. Another poem from someone who rarely writes poetry. I hope you like it. My next post will be far less melancholy, I promise. Until then, enjoy!
I remember.
I remember when we were young.
When we were invincible
Immortal.
I remember those moments when time stood still
That splashed into the pond of our existence creating enduring ripples on the surface
And summer days that spooled out for an eternity
Time was limitless.
As were possibilities
We could do anything.
Be anything.
Until time dragged us inexorably forward
Slipping away beat after beat after beat
Burying our youth
Drowning our dreams in a sea of unfulfilled potential.
But
We are still here.
Our hearts beat on.
Our dreams are not yet extinguished.
And if we can salvage them from the depths
Fulfill them
Perhaps we can live forever.
As we always knew we would.
Rants & Anecdotes 
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