how is it you time have passed away?

 how is it you time have passed away? 

how is it every day has flopped backwards and died? 

I woke up and suddenly BAM the day was gone. 

There are always lists and always things to be done. 

I roll out of bed and YOU the floor has met me. 

Slapped me on the back like a football coach. 

I've coughed up a wad of anxious dreams and run into the morning with cold water. 

This is how we are trying to live, feeling the wave hovering.