What? Who? When? Why?
How is time moving so fast
My life is passing by
And I havent even sorted out the first day.

Everything is whooshing past
Cant you just slow down?
Too many knots
So little time to untie them.

Did I bring this upon myself?
I need to get my priorities straight.
Who knows what the future holds
Perhaps I will overcome it, then again I could drown in it.

So much
So little
So few
So many

-Shorin Quicksilver

P.S. Sorry about the ending, couldnt think of a good one. It is how I
feel, however, so if you dont like it, pretend you didnt read it.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Aeguary, in the year 387 AF.