Do I fear chasing, or being chased? – A poem

escapril day 4: anxiety

I wonder if time is walking or running
Does it bruise, does it splinter?
Does it rupture, does it split?

Time is a silent nagger (or loud)
Ticking on my bedside table (but only in the quiet)
My heart beats faster than time will tick
I fear living life too quickly
And not living it quickly enough.

Will my dreams outrun my numbered days?
Will I not climb the mountain before it’s too late?

I cannot outrun time
Only alongside,
But is time only running if I am?