Take Too Little Time For Yourself

We all share the guilt of watching the clock and letting it be. Always in the end, it is unavoidably regrettable. This abbreviated parcel of acknowledgements contains four inescapable confrontations suited as chapters to house the wins and losses that accompany them in the medium of poetry. As a challenge to outline the foundational balance between the versus of its offerings, it is dedicated to time itself, for showcasing its slippery disrespect while disguising it as wisdom and prosperity, leaving us to sort the equations into fractions of its whole, and study how the past and the future affect the present.