How do you measure – measure a year?
In daylights – in sunsets
In midnights – in cups of coffee
In inches – in miles
In laughter – in strife…
Seasons of Love, RENT
Divided by rests; by margins, bleeding to the edges
…But who would count eternity in days?These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:(I measure time by how a body sways).I Knew a Woman
There was a time I said, “This is my life. A supporting player, not the star.”
I still think that sometimes. But one should be the protagonist of their own story. It is good and right to foster the well-being of others, especially those you love. It’s not very healthy to write one’s life chapter from the POV of someone else.
So I close a chapter
Turn the page
And restart the clock.