All kinds of time

I've certainly had my share of making a mess of time. There were occasions when my timing was incredibly off or when I missed the boat by just a few days, hours or seconds; and then the times when I was late or too early or just never showed.

When I think of those times, I wish I could go back and re-do it all. I wish I did that something earlier, or waited a bit longer for that other thing or seized that damn day on that day itself.

Oh, well. Tough.

Right now, I wish I could stop time: that the world would be still - put on hold - while I get all the things I need to do, done (and at a pace of my choosing), and then start it up again without anyone or anything noticing the pause.

Oh, well. Tough.

I can see that time can only be dreamed of with longing or lost like a passing lover. And on this day, written about as if it were a muse. Sometimes, it really is one.

Yesterday, Fountain of Wayne's "All Kinds of Time" popped up on a playlist that I hadn't played in a while, and my first thought became a leap back in time, back to the football games I attended when I was at Michigan. After a bit of reverie, I re-played it (at least we can do this with songs!) and focused on the football player in the song, marveling at this guy who never panics. He isn't rushed or pressured; he copes with the situation. And he thinks of his family and fiancee, knowing that all the people who matter to him are supporting him right at that very moment. "The whole world is his tonight" - I heard that line and I thought, I want that kind of feeling.

Then I found another old - quite a bit older - song about time. George Michael has been derided quite a lot, but it's hard to knock "Praying for Time." The lyrics get to me every time.

And now, it's time for the new week to begin.

Posted by Monoceros at January 31, 2010 3:43 PM