Dearest time, today we agreed to meet; but it seemed, our timing must have been off. Waiting for the right time, can be the day; leaving you so wound up, a heart feeling ticked off. An action, which is so counterintuitive. Sometimes, we chase to find the perfect time. While forgetting to appreciate, every precious moment; the time we have right now. When minutes cannot be found, we have to embrace; what adds up within each second. Time, when we take our eyes off you; that time is a moment simply gone. Make it a habit to be on time, and time managed will be therefore favorable. Punctuality is time honored, for time never stands still for anyone. You can believe, time is on your side. But, time will always be neutral; will never show any favoritism. We can be faithful, be precise with our time. Every day, we all get the same amount of time. It’s only the years, that’s beholden to the appointed time. Our predetermined destiny, with the end of time. Why we have to always give thanks, for the time we have. A heart, the string. On time, the thing; that moves on. Let no regret, be the time past thing; questioning now everything. Every day, there’s the push, and the pull. Sometimes the up, the down. The hand removed, hours through the sands of time!
Killing time, the proverbial; but yet just a rhetorical. Why try to kill, what’s not in your control, and such a precious thing. That’s when, time will call you a fool. Death is the place, where time will surely be waiting. Thinking, time is on your side. Only to find, time has no respect for you, me. So many think, they can buy time. Time is a destiny, time reached is the destination. Tomorrow is in the peripheral, but what you have in yours today; the moment you get to take hold of. It’s not about the time of your life, but the time you invested; into making it a life clocked wisely lived. Sometimes, we have to hold on to the day, let go of the past, and take the time to just breathe. Time changes, every season never the same. Sometimes, it’s a long time, a short time; but time will heal. We have to just have to, give it time. It doesn’t matter, how hard anyone tries. Even the most perfect timing, becomes another meaningless pursuit to meet time. For there will surely be another shift, taking place in time. You can’t stop time, but you can keep it from slipping away. Whenever it seems, you’re stuck in another moment in time? Be thankful, that it’s another moment in your heart to know; this moment in time!
Father of time, oh how can hearts; not come to see? That when the moment becomes unprecedented, hope is found when truth becomes understood. The true meaning within time, knowing what’s revealed within two outstretched hands. Show us how, to value every second we have breath. Minutes past, but in every day; with every time spent, may we learn how to breathe easy. May we truly understand, what fills the time. Doesn’t have to be what, gets to monopolizes our full attention. For the only time we have, what each new breath will allow!