Time passes like a speeding train.
Glimpses of a different world through the window pane.
Before you know it you're at your destination.
The start of a new journey now a history, a memory departed at the station
What have you done in-between?
Anything to write home about, or was it just routine?
Time, a valuable ally that can turn to an enemy in a moment.
Time, can be filled with joy or ruled by torment.
Time, so precious yet not attainable,
is the life you have chosen be sustainable?