Why They Don't Let Poets Amend the Theory of Relativity, Part 2

There's some in inaction, more in anticipation,

But youth is the strongest known form of time dilation.

I recall when a minute could seem to drag on.

Now, I might miss a month and not care where it's gone.

While I once would quail looking from summer to fall,

Now I look at a year like it's nothing at all.

Though I can't look ahead and be sure when life ends,

If you asked, “is that long?” I would answer, “depends.”