The flow of time encompassing me, sparing not a foothold But before I give in to it madness, the story must be told

For years have I dreamed, my folly, to hold ground 

The determination crumbles at the very juncture, with you around 

I had things to tell, also had a lot of time

But laziness always seemed more preferable, a thing sublime

Now under pressure to blurt out with so little time to spare

The speed of life along with its beauty, seems never really fair

Existence

In this world in my comfortable niche, creating all for my own I exist!
Existential crisis not bothering me a bit,
The very knowledge that I exist is a temptation I am able to resist--
And go ahead with the world I have carefully knit.

Sometimes my presence comes into notice,
Halley's comet or something more frequent;
A single node, an odd corner of a multifaceted dice-
Lost in my thoughts which rarely are eloquent.

Making my equilibrium unstable, a bit too often... to my pleasure,
A gust of wind turning my sensibilities into a whirl;
Your strength is my weakness, I know not how to measure
That's all you use to win e-v-e-r-y time, my sweetest deary girl...

Going with the flow

Sorrow, distress, agony wrecking me all the while
Anguishing heart has blotted my smile
Sucked into the world so full of guile
Transformed into a wretched senile 

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Wilfully swallowed by the hungry tide
It's indeed a joyous ride
At least I don't need to take a side

Perfect timing, I aptly withdrew 
No scope really now of running askew
A story so flawless, yet known to a scanty few
I wish someday the rest of the world knew