Two Schools of Thought

[beckable]

First. I hate to concede, it's really not me,
But I'll let escape from my lips one final plea:
Please, time, oh please, change not to and fro,
I'm confused as it is! Now where do I go?

Second. If I grasp really tight, it'll suffocate;
So now, I figure, why dread the wait?
Time seems to speed by, I can't hold back,
Maybe to look ahead is to be on track.