Personal Orbit

With space and time accelerating each moment moves faster than the last

With each birthday spent celebrating the future overtakes the past

At three years a year one third of your existence seems a substantial portion

At sixty years one year looks like a speck of fractional proportions

Time flies they say when you're having fun

Moving from crawl

to walk

to run

With each new orbit around our Sun

Until it all ends and these bodies are done

The cosmos continues spinning

Expanding onward outward

Like a small child

Demanding a prize or a reward

For never stopping

Never ceasing

Energetically releasing

Everything

And increasing exponentially

Engaging division and multiplication to swell Rapidly

Why such ferocious urgency?

Our instructions must have been lost in the mix so while clocks still run

Let's

Dance