I sit and watch the clocks, because I know the hour I wait for will come, you just have to wait for it.

Time.
Time collapses. But in the heat of the moment and the emotions that you feel for that matter of time seem like they will last forever. There is that feeling where you count down for the end of the week because this coming weekend there is something happening that you can't wait for. Then Friday rolls around, then Saturday...and eventually Sunday, and that weekend that you couldn't wait to come is gone. And then it happens again, an ebb and flow of excitement and disappointment.
And as I get older time seems to go by quicker, and the excitement for that moment fades faster, and you try to hold on to the moments that you want to last longer, knowing that it will be over in a blink of an eye.
But then again, when something unfortunate knocks at your door, and it seems like the end of the world, I hold my head up, and try to lessen the tears, because it's just time. And time will pass.