I fell asleep watching the clock.

And dreamt that we cared about people.

Not SAT scores, mile times, GPAs, dress sizes, shoe sizes, ACT scores.
Not numbers and not inanimate objects.

The way I imagined it, we loved our parents instead of our cars.
We would take the time and think instead of mechanize,
learn instead of memorize.

Time went at the pace of life, not light.

I think it's time we all realized how fast life's not going.

It's time we understood that life is more than a to-do list.

It's more than a race.

Time doesn't exist. Clocks exist.