slips through the fingers catching us off guard till we are lamenting grasping at straws.. the moments evaporating as it slaps us in the face.. slow down time pull me out of this race.. would it matter make a difference in my actions would I notice while walking through it.. or is it only obvious when we are on the other side of time living moments like they aren't mine.. rushing through them so quickly losing sight of all that's real instead of soaking up the all feels until we realize trickery just steals.. left to face what we lost in space wishing hoping this existence shows us a little grace..