Instances so precious, fade into fluorescent lights never meant to be replaced.
Seconds crumble through cracked, parking garage, granite, guaranteed for years by the lowest bidder.
Minutes descend through the glowing void housed in monitors lit by LED diodes prepared to outlast civilizations.
Hours sink into a never-ending parade of menial and shallow deeds marching to the endless tune of demands sung by faceless, mouthless, choirs.
Days that should be hallowed as precious as unrustable gold, are spent so freely like paper bills that form a worthless paste in the flooding rain.
Even words that supposedly get lost in the wind, embedded in supposedly immortal text, are equally cast aside in the data torrent.
When all time is lost, all that is left, is the valued worthlessness of regret.