A lyric

Instead of sharing something of my own tonight, I'm stuck on a lyric from a song by Jack Johnson ("Turn your love", on the album To the sea). It's the kind of lyric that works perfectly in a song but might be too direct if it were stated flat-out in a poem. In any case, it's such a concise way of expressing the constant tragedy of time:


"Let's not go
to sleep tonight
It's not that it goes too fast
It's that it goes
at all."


It's not that it goes too fast (although it does),
it's that it goes at all.

G'night.