Time Out!

Until it's not.

There was a time,
doesn't seem that long ago,
when there just wasn't
enough time.

Universal refrain:
'If only I had more time!'
I'd do all of those other things,
I'd deeply sink in,
concentrate, 
contemplate.

Seems we 
were always out of time
or rapidly running out of it,
where the hell'd it all go,
next time, promise,
we'll take it slow.

That's seldom 
how it goes,
few opt for that mode,
preference is go, go, go.

Maybe it is better
to burn out
than fade away,
so goes Neil's saying.

Vibrate and move
rather than stagnate
and grow complacent,
fair enough.

When time comes
that there is more time
to sink in,
to concentrate,
to make the commitment,
will we recognize it,
take advantage of it,
maximize the gift?

Will we 
call time out
and appreciate it?