Oh time, how quickly you swift by.
You’re gone before I blink an eye.
Will you delay? Will you take time
to play? Will you pause, for but a moment?
Oh time, I try to grasp you
But I fail. You slip through my figures.
Like sand, your in my hands
and then gone, back to the ground where you belong.
Oh time, it is time for you to stop.
I am tried of chasing you.
like a fleeting wind... 
Bravo, Christi! A beautiful, poetic portrayal of losing time.
You’re lovely. This is lovely.