What is present is often feigned,
And what is unobserved is quickly attained.
Those who reach out for destiny,
And pull back kismet’s propriety,
Always find themselves with nothing gained.
Time is time-
And time may not be saved.
Dreams and favors-
Must always be paid.
Time waits not for those who are late-
Alas it has no master,
It’s only purpose: to award fate.
Time has no depth,
No credence of its own.
It has no conscience,
Just instinct alone.
No one dares oppose it,
And let it be known:
That without its great vendettas,
One would be a drone.
But, alas, one is not a slouch,
Nay be it, while some lie on a couch.
Soul expansion that we may see,
That true believe should not be in a deity.
And what should happen if the sands stop sifting?
The world as we know it would stop shifting.
Idle thought and idle mind,
Would make it easy to corrupt those blind.
Wait not for that day to arrive.
Live now in vigor and strive!
Lift the bars of hate and woe,
And live without an ostentatious show!