timepass

catch your breath, it's the last one. life almost goes in a flash. days, weeks and months...and a whole lot of shit. pots of gold change hands and you are left with a nickle. how the lure just doesn't end. "what then?" can't get enough. can't get more. nothing's more. more is less. the salivating never ends. satisfied never; asking for more forever...it goes on and on and on, till life punctures one day. as i write this each second turns into my past. can't even relish the passage of these slipping moments. how i'd love to keep them back and live a better life in each of those moments. like a friend said: life's one long time pass.