an epiphany away

"Now I'm just chasing time with a thousand dreams I'm holding heavy..." - her

She's a shy one I'll tell you that. Can't help but not think of the impending time bomb life can be and how gradually that time bomb morphs into an hour glass. It's a constant reminder that as each grain falls, and I in full view notice the masterpiece forming at the bottom - only getting better with time. I choose to appreciate it as it happens because once this masterpiece is done, so will my life. So now I choose to be better with each grain, until I can't.