Time.
More importantly- the passing of time. Each day you hurry it by with wishing for tomorrow and hoping it's lunch time but I'm afraid that one day I'll wake up- and I'll be somewhere I never wanted to be because I hurried time along or lived in the moment instead of looking ahead. Or maybe I'll have tired to look ahead so hard that I missed the moments.
We invented time. We constructed clocks and dials and broke it down into hours, minutes, and nanoseconds and we watch it fly by or ignore it with the idea that we have all the time in the world.
So, yes.
I'm afraid of time slipping away and finding I've wasted it. On waiting.
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