Where are you now?

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Time defeats us.
It goes too quickly.
Too slowly.
It goes.
...maybe someone should question time.
But there's no sense in that,
No sense in this.
No sense in waiting,
worrying,
wandering.
wishing.
You can't hold onto time,
but then again I can't think of much
that never escaped your grasp.
You can't catch time either.
It has this uncanny ability to slip away
...like your breathing.
You can't see time,
It's alot like life.
It's alot like you.
Dependable and undependable.
Time is unforgivng.
Unsympathetic.
Time is the stars and the moon and the universe
and you and me
and here and now
and life and death and the moments inbetween.
It's forgotten and remembered. Hated and loved.
Time just is.