I looked up...
and it was already Wednesday.
These hours trickle into days.
These days drip into weeks.
These weeks pour into years,
and these years flow right along.

Life is long when your conscience of the seconds,
but oh so short when you reflect on the years.
And even when my end draws near,
I still want to remember the time I spent here;
     -The life I spent here.

Quietly contemplating upcoming quests,
I don't want to miss a single detail.
Missing millions of minor milestones,
that would literally be hell;
     -and everything that word entails.

I looked up...
and it was already Wednesday,
so I'm never looking down again.
Because if I take my eyes off the sky,
I may look up and it be the end.