‘In our own little bubble’

Things we look forward to pass in a blink of an eye, those booked holidays we planned months ago
Our clock never stands still it always rushes by, they are  yesterday’s memories for tomorrow

If only we could slow down our precious moments i.e. holidays in the sun, alas it races by like a rocket to the moon coz it’s when we are having fun

Everything enjoyable speeds up fast, tho we don’t notice when we are there, we are so ‘In our own little bubble’ that we don’t give time a care 

If only self gratification was in slow motion what a wonderful thing that would be, extra minutes for happiness with lasting, lingering glee