Hours, minutes, seconds

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Time

It's moving, yet it's constant

Time flies, yet it stands still

We are in a constant race against time

Trying to defeat it

With our new inventions that make us feel new again

Trying to visit the past by thinking about the future

We want to look twenty-one again

We want to feel like a kid again

We want to go back to our old habits

And tell ourselves “it’s okay, we are still young”

We want to go back

Some of us want to go back because we miss a part of ourselves

A part that seemed more simple – less complicated or stressful

Some of us want to move forward

Time travel to the future

A fabricated future

Because we don’t know how it’s going to turn out; we could only hope

We are trying to keep up with the latest trends, with the latest fashion

We constantly trying to keep up

We are in a constant race against time

Then we stop, because we realize that life is too short

Too short to do everything that this world does in its lifetime

Unlike this world, we do not live for centuries

Within the next minute, hour, day, or week

We can run out of time

It’s because of this,

We are in a constant race against time