Time has a rhythm,
like breathing, rising and falling.
Special occasions calling.
Diamond encrusted moments,
embedded into our memory.
Slow to come and fast evaporating.
We’re all just getting through the day, somehow.
Until days turn into weeks, turn into months, turn into seasons.
Searching for the meaning,
Finding new reasons to be.
Inventing a narrative for ourselves that pushes us forward,
or takes us back to when we were who we were then.
The wheel of fortune slowly turning,
Seemingly oblivious to our yearning.
Indifferent to the goals we are so doggedly pursuing.
Sometimes drifting aimlessly as a new snowfall.
Blanketing the soul with uncertainty,
time is like a lover,
that accepts us in every stage of life,
whether we stay or leave,
we cannot get away from time’s embrace.
Feeling stuck in our emotional state.
Only time will lead us out of grief.
Help us find the peace of mind we seek.
The tick of a clock dictates who we are,
at any given time of our lives.
Invisible but insatiable.
Time gives us gifts then devours them all.
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