auto-ro-ma(n)tic

The urge to write something resurface with no particular reason.
Spending endless nights in my sleepless bed has somehow brought me with words floating in my head.
I just closed my eyes and wander around spaces and time.
My left foot stepped into past with my right leg keep on moving forward.
Dragging its other half into the future.
Yes, we are "dragged" into the future nowadays.
An enormous force just pushes me forward.
Tired and aimless.
And for once, I escaped.
While the hand on the clock steals the second away, I jump over.
Time missed me.
I was then left behind.
I have exactly a minute to myself before the hand forces me to move on.

If I can, I would spend that precious moment with you.