Time, that relentless snail, <br />outpaces every cheetah, <br /> <br />crawls on toward the infinitely <br />receding finish line <br /> <br />and has no rival but he <br />who truly lives <br />in the Present, <br /> <br />for whom the very <br />idea of a race <br />has disappeared. <br /> <br />Thus, waiting for Spring Break, <br />I’m amazed at the infinitesimally slow <br />pace of the progression of moments, <br />and how they ever added <br />up to 58 years I’ll never know, <br /> <br />and also wondering, <br />if I were really ''Here, Now'', <br />would there be such <br />thing as waiting, at all?<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-time-2/
