When did time fly? And where did it go?
And why is my progress so seemingly slow?
In the blink of an eye it’s another week’s end!
i can’t help but notice I keep losing the thread –
though with all good intentions I’ll make limited plans
with all the time in the world still they slip through my hands
and land flat on the floor like a big muddy puddle
that I’ll splash in some more to mix up more my muddle.