Time Flies…

Time flies.

	Time flies. We pause, 
thinking we might fall beneath its notice.

And if, by chance, it carries on, 
	we think we might have won -

at least for the moment.

Then our eyes adjust.

	We have been seeing, 
but too closely.

Time has passed,
	but not before taking us 
		into its caustic embrace.

We have been moved
	while standing still.