Fast Time

Time moves fast—
so fast it slips between our fingers
before we even notice the warmth fading.

Hours blur into days,
days into years,
and we look back wondering
when the world changed
and how we changed with it.

We chase moments
as if we can outrun the clock,
but time is patient—
it waits for no one,
yet it never loses its pace.

In the end,
we learn to hold what we can,
to breathe in the present,
because everything moves fast,
and nothing stays long enough
to be taken for granted.