You wake as a newborn   
 growing up and facing challenges
many  accomplishments made   
all new is strange
  But                                                                 
not enough time, 
light and darkness stay stubborn
to a never change
we do take advantage
but
not enough time
It's like a never full sponge 
Taking an entire sea
compared to a black hole
which tends long
to devour its target
but 
all takes time
it’s the most precious desire,
to not being enough
like the warmth of a fire
so simple
but then
the sound of a clock
creating nausea
like a competitive race
wanting an end
to the suffering and pain,
and yet not so wanting
life and death
created by a given time
all repeats itself
over and over again.