When I was young time was twenty four
All hours active, life very festive
Studies sometimes odious, games never tedious
Friends, food and fun, not enough time under the sun

Now that I am older, it seems to be forty two
Why so, I have no clue
Lot more to juggle- Family, work, friends and community
Cannot wiggle, all accomplished with certainty

When I was young
Time seemed be shrinking
Becoming scarce everyday
Making my sleep sparse
So many activities in the wake
Keeping me permanently awake

As I age,
Time seems to be expanding
Towards the infinite
Into whose bosom
I will be sucked into, ultimately
To sleep permanently

As I feed my soul
Scampering down the rabbit hole
An endless bottom
Into the infinite I shall merge
No end or beginning
I shall float peacefully
Unaware of my existence
My past or future
Where time has stretched so much
That it is just a dot.