Time waits for no one, a wise man once said,
A constant reminder, to hurry ahead,
But another wise soul, with a gentle tone,
Said wait for your time, and don’t rush alone.
Relax, you have all the time, don’t you fret,
Take a deep breath, and let your spirit be set,
But then a voice whispers, with a sense of urgency,
Hasten up, time is running out, don’t be slow in your journey.
Time, a mystery, that we can’t define,
A force that governs, yet leaves us in a bind,
Do we rush or wait, do we slow down or speed,
The answer eludes, as we ponder in our need.
As I stand at the crossroads, unsure which way to go,
I’ll freeze time for a moment, and let my heart show,
The wisdom of ages, the voices of old,
The paradox of time, that leaves me cold.
In this fleeting pause, I’ll search for the truth,
A balance between haste and patient youth,
For time, though mysterious, is a gift divine,
A treasure to cherish, and make the most of its shine.
So I’ll take a deep breath, and let time unfold,
With a heart full of wonder, and a spirit bold,
I’ll navigate its twists, and turns with grace,
And find my own rhythm, in time’s endless pace.
