Time enough for the seen world

This Way to the Egress

There were so many uncountable days already passed before I was born. There will be even more days flicker by in all their darkness and dawn days to come. And all for my wearying wasting flesh of this seen world I cling to so desperately. 

The truth cannot be told by those who know, so said

the a most famous successful stock trader earlier in the century, after he shot himself in a fancy downtown hotel. 

He was talking about pools, but I can see clearly now that it has something to do with my strange perception of time when I framed a summer as forever when I was young and at blink speed now that I am old. 

How can I own anything at this rate? In that blink I can maybe control something, but I owned nothing at my coming out party, and nothing when I am eventually, too soon, am directed to the egress.

My inner instinct, placed there as well in others, cannot help but believe anything once started is not going somewhere yet unseen.