Too much Time and Never Enough

Time is a valuable thing. It's constantly moving. You can't pause it. You can't get it back. Pushing forward. It can comfort you knowing it will pass. Make you anxious as seconds tick away. Hinder you by not leaving enough. Pass you by completely oblivious that it can multiply from minutes to hours to days to years. And for me, wanting to make every moment count, I can never have enough and yet unable to fill every second. Not wanting to waste such a perishable enigma. Trying to move in tango with the hour hand, stumbling over the minute hand, swept aside by the second hand. I cling to the clock. And still have lost another minute when all is said and done.