We are time-limited in all we do.

All that we are.
All that we think.
Finite, both in time and energy, synergy and worth.
All that we feel, discrete in level and intensity.
Grounded, in the words that we parley, to both loved and hated,
Crowds of church-gatherings and red-lit alike, All we do,
Is small, genuine, and time-stamped.
You cannot simply do everything, all the time, or ever...