The Time

Time is our survival key,

But we are its creators.

It owns us on the daily,

But we forget all the players.


If we stop and look around,

Enjoy the world as it is,

We’ll stop rushing to hit the ground,

Faster than we stood.


We think about better tomorrows,

As the sun sets and rises,

Not really doing anything,

To change the morning skies.


Running on the hamster wheel,

We can’t live in the moment.

We don’t know how to pause,

Grab life’s horns and own it.


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