grip on time

there are feelings i feel no matter the position the sun is in the sky
feelings that tell me i am certainly my own being but a slave to this world
as i watch the time go by each day i come to more and more of a realization that i am here to change time
encapsulated in it i feel a need to escape from the sixty seconds that each minute provides, expanding them in some odd manner i always manage to squeeze more into each one as they pass
squeezing becomes harder as the time passes, like a heavy weight it is hard to restrain from letting go of the goals that i see are so close

why do i long to control time like i do, to feel like i am in control, is it a gift to be in control or a fault of man to feel like i do...
god will surly continue to lead my footsteps into the time that he wishes to create, i only with i wasnt one step behind

as my soul listens my heart and mind play catch up they are to busy in the times to slow down and listen to the truth that is inside

for these reasons i want to escape your world, come back to it one day to help it none the less, but get away to better manage my time, my youth, my supposed stronger body

there are many more people that want to help others out there and im finally finding some of there faces, and sure enough like finding a bread on the brink of extension there is a great joy and overwhelming comfort in knowing i am not alone... still though none the less time presses on