Dec 2018
We are prisoners of time,
Running from one moment to the next,
Racing the strokes that create the seconds.
Fleeing from our own creation.
Running from one moment to the next,
Racing the strokes that create the seconds.
Fleeing from our own creation.
Reflections on time and it's meaning, and it's creation. Things are always evolving and moving forward always changing. We named this change time and say we never have enough.
