Time drifts
through mindful hours
staring into space
answering the whirr of the clock
seconds bleed.
Absorbed by morning
Immersed into darkness
Shadows turn towards noon
selfless and gracious
in light and dark passages,
For one last touch
and taste of life
as we breathe and
power flows from each vein,
towards the briefest of night
and into the wonder of day.
Life From A Park Bench 
Yes, that is what it feels like! Well penned.