Ode to Time
Time continues effortlessly,
These hands cannot be stilled
Seconds cannot be diminished,
Together they are constantly
moving us, ever forward.
The wayward motion
like a castaway,
a drift on the sea of Life,
Where we cast our lines
in hope to capture
a new thought, new ideas,
or retrieve those unique things
Time does not make us a victim
It is what we capture that define us.
Yet, constantly stalking us in the shadows,
Is this beast, the labyrinth’s Gatekeeper,
Standing firm, barring us from what we believe,
Confusing us, tricking us and keeping us
from reaching those ultimate achievements,
Artfully cluttering our lives with time wasters.
Looking at those tasks, those goals,
We have placed them in our own hands,
Were we honest?
Were we true to ourselves?
Did we wisely use the hourglass sand?
Where is the magic?
Can we blame the beast?
Or is the beast in us?
So can you hear it?
The ever looming question,
woven within the hours,
time continues to tick-tock by,
"What will you do with your time?"