Chronos

Time moves ahead with its usual unrelenting fury. Already, we are in the middle of July; already, those songs that I had scoffed at for being too preemptive in ruing the end of summer's warmth have steadily gained relevance. Oh how I wish the gears of time would for a moment grind to a standstill so I could catch my breath and rediscover my bearings. I feel myself becoming once again submerged in the pale hazy malaise of a dream world where I am a wholly passive agent that life acts upon, a powerless limping body being tossed around in the endless ocean's crashing waves. And yet, however much that I yearn that some miraculous brake would be applied, this unstoppable force will surely trump this surely movable object.