One day I will find time.
One day I will find time hidden away in the darkest corner under my bed like an old action figure I used to love only to discard when it lost its kung-fu grip hands in an unfortunate sky-diving incident. One day time will be there when I need it and not cavorting like a carefree bachelor with space at the continuum dance party while I sit at home alone wondering if time will ever call. One day I will find time and, like old friends meeting by accident at the bus station, we will embrace and talk of time’s past over a cup of hot chocolate. One day time will look upon me from across the room and smile at me and grant me enough of itself to do everything that must be done. One day I will find time and time will let me work, play, write, read, eat, sleep and single-handedly save the world from mutant alien llamas without disappearing when I need time most like morning mist on a warm summer’s day. One day I will keep time in my pocket like spare change and doll it out judiciously in order to do that which I so dearly love to do. One day time will allow me a tiny portion of itself so that I may write more than a stupid tribute to time I wish I had but do not.
One day, but not today.
t-i-m-e? I seem to have heard of this t-i-m-e thing, but I am not familiar with this concept. It’s seems to be in the v-a-c-a-t-i-o-n classification. I do not understand that term as well.
when you DO bump into time, would you be so kind as to pass along the message that I’ve so missed him and would love to have a bit of his, uh . . . well, time when he can make, um . . . time for me.
Please let time know that I am also desperately seeking to find it. Where, oh where is time?!? I need more!