Tick. Tock. Time.

We live in a figment of our own creation.
Man has decided how we will live our lives and
we beckon to follow. We have created a life but
forfeit a way to live.

Holiday joys and blues are just a passing,
fleeting memory. Your first kiss
under the mistletoe may burn your ears and
tease your throat with laughter. Every Thanksgiving
will remind you why family was so important.
And on a Tuesday afternoon where is your laughter?
Where is your family pride then?

The homes we have lived in are built with love and pride.
Full of new memories, brief moments and lost treasures.
We created our own world in those four walls
Forgetting about the world around us.
Remembering the time you went sledding down the staircase
Or the first time you cooked as you cried from laughter
under the fire alarm.
But what about your next 100 meals and
where did that child inside go?

Man created a way to track the beginning and the end
As the seconds stretch, we hold our heads in the clouds.
As our alarm buzz we move, as our day ends we yawn.
We have taken the ability to live in the moment twisting it
to put a moment on our life. Every day is catalogued.
Every second decapitated.
All the precious moments in the middle suffered.
Time may last forever, but our lives don't.