Where does the time go?

Sometimes I look outside my window, and see nothing. Nothing at all. At least it feels like nothing. And sometimes I look and all I can see, is how crowded it is. I see a lot going on, and it makes me feel strangely lonely. It makes me feel uneven, like time is running away from me, and all I'm doing is staring outside a window. At times, I sit and watch as time goes by, leaving me frozen in my own thoughts. At other times, I try to catch up, though I know it's useless, because it speeds up every time I start gaining on it. The pace we're at, it scares me. Life goes on and people are born and people die. We try, at first, to take up as much time as we can doing the things we love the most. But then we lose sight of what means most to us, and before we know it, we'll be on our deathbeds, thinking about all the "what-if's", the " I should've's " and the " why the hell didn't I's".  Time, it's a funny thing. Sometimes you feel like you have all the time in the world, like it just couldn't go fast enough. And sometimes, you think about how fast it goes, and try desperately to stop it. Even if you had the chance to, things still wouldn't go your way. That's time, and that's the beauty of it.