It's strange how we let ourselves be victimized by time. When we let it run us down and run us out, and it takes quarters before our hours and after our hours, taking our seconds from the spare change we just made.

We short ourselves and nickel and dime ourselves till the minutes can no longer can be divided; and we spend time playing catch up, paying back the sleep and the moments and the chances we let time take from us.

We spread ourselves thin and time stretches us out, milking every bit of what we are worth. We revel in the moments that we survived time's tyranny, its bullying us into schedules and under tables and crunching into lockers; a battle with never ending wounds.