I'm captured but can't capture
it isn't fair... but does that matter...
all one way and that is out
there is no back
the wall of time pushes forward only
some things one can see coming
only to be fooled, yet still pushed onward
Looking back is a white corner
looking out is infinity, also white
no answers anywhere...
and questions are only mine
if I could pause long enough...
but always, time pushes me, cornered
the corner that is always pushing
Wonderful poem. I truly agree time is relentless. It is a faceless enemy that continues to push us. At times a bully, a healer and a dear friend. All we ever really have is time and all I ever seem to waste is time. It goes by so fast, sometimes I feel I can't breathe and I try to pause as you say but I can't. There is only the moving forward no matter how stubbornly you try to just stop.
You seem to be missing the fact that we are, basically, residual harmonic vibration. A product of the evolutional force the cosmos has developed. As such we have a right to the past, the myriad possibilities, the incredible intricacies of its actualities for we are a product of such. Our balance here is innate. Granted, just as the incredible intricacies of my toenail's atomic structure are somewhat beyond my conscious mind's ability to be aware of in time, the whites of past, future, and even present express more than realism can encompass. Especially as a corporeal entity. Non the less it is our birth right to have a real feeling for. Believe in it, time is transient, feelings have an eternal quality. Don't let the clock define your tachometer's function, don't let it push you along till you never find the time.
PS: I know it would be nice to be God, capable of assimilating the impossible vastness of reality in chronological fact as well as its prospectus of possibilities, I still feel my feelings can be real aimed depths of pervasion.