In a Trice

Trice means "very quickly" or "in a moment". Does that mean that my title is really: "In a In a Moment"? Because that's just...tautological.
I read the dictionary on Monday when I was supposed to be working on my State Writing Test.
I wrote this in Chemistry today when everyone else was taking a test but I wasn't because I'm not that smart. :)  I seem to have become very philosophical recently.


Moments-
time: tick-tock, tick-tock;
windscreen wipers flick-click, flick-clicking
to the tempo of bouncing feet;
water-droplets running off sunroofs - seconds
lost, forsaken, sold for pennies and left on
street corners for bums and duffers to pluck
like dandelions. Scattered like wishes in a well;
one thousand tiny prayers (lips kissing copper, words whispered:
"please…just please") left to drown
and tarnish like so many other symbols of hope
- the Lady Liberty cries: long, dark rust-streams permeating
because of all of this hatred and nobody caring.
What about the people with nothing?!

Moments-
time: wasted because oh, you're only seventeen.
What if I told you
you die at eighteen? Would life suddenly seem worthwhile?
You'd most likely sell it; barter off a year
for one last fling, one final hoo-ha before the inevitable end.
Well listen to the drumbeats, little man! They're not chasing;
they're following. Time doesn't ebb and flow
like the tides; it is uncontrollable. It is you that
fades in and out of existence, one foot poised on the doorstep.
Sit still, stay, for god's sake: listen!
Pause, and watch as life passes you by,
because it will be more beautiful in that instant (a single, tangible moment)
than anything you have ever seen before.
Why is life so much more precious when
it is ending?