Why run?

I don't know why time is running from me.
I thought I spent it well.
Checking up on it.
Making it feel loved by filling my time with activities..

Or maybe that's where I went wrong.
Maybe time wanted me to stand still and see time passing slowly.

Valuing it for what it was not the potential it could be.
Dangerously lingering on the idea of full schedules and pent up energy to go out and exert on the helpless world.

Time is mad at me.
I don't know exactly why but I wish it would stop.
Hug me around my waist instead of slap me in my face,
Show me affection in front of my friends instead of becoming the jealous significant other,
I wish time understood I didn't want to stand around..

But I guess age is all about patience and wisedom...
All about time...