It used to be too little too late.
Now it’s too much too soon.
It’s always an extreme, never in between.
Slow down, but not too slow.
Speed up, enough to catch up.
Dont look back, can’t turn back time.
But wish that maybe you, only you, could you jump
To maybe where I am.
Worried about the past too much,
Im more worried about you future.
Always worrying about how much time is left.
Never is it savoring that this time, it’s right.
Because it never is.
And it may never will be.
At least regarding us.
Our fate intersecting.
My faith bisected.
Do I seize the day?
Or should I let you go?
Im running out of time.
It’s why Im running away from you.