If I could catch it
in a jar
maybe I could watch it 
for a while
try to make sense of it.
But it’s too fast
keeps moving
never lasts
gone before I’ve realised
you can’t catch the past.
If I could press pause
take some time out
maybe I’d see beyond the doors
but would I have the courage
to press play again?
Maybe it moves
because I need it to
and without being dragged
into the next second
I’d lie stagnant
But I was born
to sprout wings
and learn to cruise
these currents
that carry me.

TF