"... but there never seems to be enough time, to do the things you want to do..."
Kinda' scary that lately, I'm finding that I'm falling into this habit of doing 50 different things at work at the same time, which opens up to 50 more thoughts occurring at the same time, which leads to half-eaten lunches, unreturned phone calls, words dropping off mid-sentence, unopened...
They say truth can be relative. Time too, I say.
Waiting for the train, when you're running late, 1 minute feels like 15. On a deadline, an hour feels like 15 min. To a child, 5 more sleeps feels like a month. To an aging person, a month feels like 1 week.
But I suppose, at the end of the day, no matter how it feels, any time on hand is time that we have. Fortunately.