Time

I was writing in my journal a few days ago (ironic, a blog and journal, but hey, that's how it is) and I had been thinking about time, time spent here in Europe, time I've enjoyed and the times I've missed back home...and I heard some sort of quote which I can't recall exactly, nor can I attribute it accurately at the moment, but its roughly like this:

"People shouldn't complain about time or more importantly a lack of time - if Aristotle, Plato, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Van Gogh...if they all managed to reach such accomplishments in their lives without complaining about time or even worrying about time, then shouldn't we, today as a society be able to do the same?"

I've probably ruined the quote, or the gist....but it was simply a thought that I've been having as of late - realizing that I've spent 6 months (almost) in Europe, and I've still got this lingering feeling that I haven't been able to see or do as much as I'd have liked...yet, when I glance back at the photos or think of the moments, I've done a lot...

Time

Is a tameless beast beating
Within our hearts and minds
Entering and exiting without
Grandeur or notice.
Time endures, time passes while
Some of us fail, some worse than others.
Time is precious, time is copious
Time is endless - so how do we manage to
Waste it? Why do we run out of it? How?
Time is a mystery, with a solution only
Unto itself...

Look at the time!
What time is it?
How much time do you have?
My, how time flies!
Where does the time go?

I wonder,
If time worries about us
As much as we worry about it?
Clearly, this is a one-way relationship
Or...better yet, its an...
Unyielding infatuation.

I think we ought
To get some help...
Now...
Where'd I leave my watch?