As a child growing, time was my loyal companion, Holidays coming in the perfect moment Annual Birthdays never failing Weekends always showing up. But. As an adult growing, time has become an antagonistic companion Never allowing me To recover from The past or The present. now there is another year gone that includes moments in which I was drowning in mistakes and seconds in which I was floating in euphoria. I want time to stop For the ability to process the gulps of bitter water or sweet sensation of hovering in joy as they happen, Not when the ball drops and we all scream, For time has not ceased, to show the world, to show us, to show me, who is in charge.