Time of my life

The world ever changing,
a sight never failing.
When it changes it creates rebirth.

A time for all to feel different,
something that will leave the present.
Afterall, it creates shock.

Can the day never end nor can the night not fade?
Does memories disappear into time?
Will one feel the same afterall?

Reality slaps me!
There wasn't an urge to move at all!
For the time being,leave me alone.

I'm certain i will quicken my pace,
i'm sure to catch up!
All i need is a little room of time and hope....