This piece is based on the concept of time flying and escaping us, causing us to lose love, dreams, and even our built existence. The older we get, the more we seem to wrestle with the concept of time. Mentally, we feel a dragging weight as time flies just beyond arm's reach. With each tick of the clock, a staunch reminder is left... Are we using it correctly to live the life we want ? Is the trade-off worth it, knowing it can end at any moment?
