What am I running away from or running towards?

Time yawns in vast meadows and plays with whispering grass near still lakes.

In dark forests where a sea of insects labour, time sleeps without shifting.

Here where cars scream across highways between cities, we have watches to remind us, every second of every day, that time moves too quickly.

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