Who I have time to be

The passing  of seconds is no stranger to me,
I am only who I have time to be
The tick of the clock, plucking at my strings,
I have come to realize that
Life is what you do to maintain it,
You are a breather, sleeper, and eater, not a traveller, academic, or poet.
You are a human in the whole of it parts,
 an organism spending its time regulating body temperature so it can contemplate the feel of anothers skin.
Breathing so it can inhale the fresh cut grass, and the sweat of the morning dew
Dining in resteraunts with others so the conversation makes the act less lonely, and more meaningful
Interests are what come after you are done being yourself
You pick up the pen to forget that you can only dine with one now, instead of two
You go far away to pretend like the home you left won't be there waiting, empty.
You learn, so that each time someone asks if you're okay you can rationalize the way you are behaving, but that just makes it easier to make excuses
You run, but the clock follows close behind you,
A reminder that the more time you spend racing
The less time you have to be you.