time is so full

and passes

quickly which

seems to me

an oxymoron

as i look back

and see not

so long ago

on the calendar

a moment

which marks

the starting line

of a race

which seemed long

yet not so

strenuous

even though

much was seen

and great

distance covered

so i wonder

which is best

to pass life

full and fast

or slow and

more empty

maybe it evens

either way