Time passes like a speeding train.

Glimpses of a different world through the window pane.

Before you know it you're at your destination.

The start of a new journey now a history, a memory departed at the station

What have you done in-between?

Anything to write home about, or was it just routine?

Time, a valuable ally that can turn to an enemy in a moment.

Time, can be filled with joy or ruled by torment.

Time, so precious yet not attainable,

is the life you have chosen be sustainable?