The hounds of time

Always needing,chasing your thoughtspredators on the runleaving you infear and doubt, tospice up their prey.Always feeding,there is no time,not even the present,tearing, sucking, bitingaway at every momentcutting, clawing, crashingall your happy thoughtsuntil even their memoryis nothing but a faint echo,yet they keep on hunting.The hounds of time,once you let them in, theywill make you miserableunless…