some days move too quickly
you feel like there's no time to breathe
you can't focus
focus
focus
you feel like falling apart
when the end arrives
you look at the clock
and once you look again
hours have gone by

though, it's not always a bad thing
sometimes, you've spent the day so quickly
because you smiled too much to think about checking a watch
your ears were filled with the song of voices belonging to those who love you
and whom you love
the aura was too pleasant
pleasent enough to disregard another sixty minutes.
time is interesting, but if ignored this easily, does it really matter?