I think, some days are just not long enough.
Morning to evening; time lost.
Evening to morning; time unidentifiable.
Something and nothing.
An immutable something amidst those endless nothings.
Signing away time.
Locking it away for later use.
Then realising, it cannot be used at all.
Realising the moment is all there is.
The very second of a happening.
Not before, and neither after.
And even then, after everything;
Some things just aren’t.
And other things just are;
This is all anything ever is.
Moments of time drifting through the cosmos.