Time flies…and you don’t have to be having fun. ~ Candy at the pharmacy pick up window

Time passes. Systematically.
Rhythmically. Consistently.
Inevitably. While we may perceive
spurts and accretion, rushes add creeping,
time marches exactly, invariably.
Indulging in vices to forget, to numb,
changes nothing but the debris left
as we foolishly try to divert ourselves
as time marches tick, tick, tick, tick…
no matter what we do to hide.