No time to think –
No time to sleep –
No time to dream –
No time to run –
No time to plan –
No time to eat –
No time to chat –
No time to be at peace –
No time….
and yet when we die we will have all the time in the world!
It wasn’t meant to sound like a poem when I quickly typed this out, but it has a bit of a poem-like quality. Truly, I’ve had very little time to do anything…work is taking more time to get adjusted to, but at least it is keeping me from being bored. π
