Forest

On a pitted and treacherous path I can only mind my feet. For months and months I fill in lows and cut down highs Lay a strong foundation And build a new way forward. On a wide and open road I stride Seeing the clouds, the trees, and bloodroot buds I close my eyes And sunlight warms my lifted face. 

Time is like love. The more you grasp at it, the faster it seems to pour through your fingertips. When you open your hands and let it flow, the more there seems to be.