Tic Tok I look at the clock, sometimes I want to lick that noisy clickbox, cause that clock looks like a lollipop! Time filled with sooo much goodness and gracious experiences waiting to be had. And no my "impending" death does not make me say this. For Life is what I make of it I think. Ever growing and always expanding to my moment of Courage. Spinning, pulling and twisting to make me into a new human being. As I face my own clock and here the ticks, those clicks I realize are dwindling down to the wire and fraying as I type. I don't feel sad, but rather a cool sense of relief and perhaps even joy, that this epiphany has found it's way into my mind. As I grasp for more time, I realize that my grasp is not BIG enough to support all the hours of my days. Does time flow or am I the eternal clock that powers my own machine that I have brought into this Life? Only time will tell and time doesn't seem to speak a very forward language. Does time just want to play games with me or am I the game and I will never win?! Answers! I want answers! And none of those elusive memes seem to be coming my way! So time!? What's on the agenda today? Well I know what's on my agenda, to live my Life fully. Even as your pressing hands try and wipe "me" off the map! No time piece will dictate what I want to do or supercede who I am! I'll tell you that! So "time" what do you say? Are you up for one more game of who can get the most out of my day or... will you try and be the chronic staleness that Life can be? I will try and not suffocate under your weight of all of my memeories that you try and erase.
Brett 'Father Time" Drummond
I know the way to win at tic tac toe everytime...
