Time As A Choice

In the whirlwind of life, a common refrain,

"I don't have the time," echoes again.

Caught in the hustle, the endless race,

We yearn for moments to slow our pace.

Days slip away like sand through our hand,

Time's elusive grasp, we can't command.

In the chaos and noise, our souls are adrift,

As the hours slip by, swift and swift.

But in the depths of our hearts, we find,

Time's elusive nature, a creation of the mind.

For time, like a river, flows ceaselessly on,

Yet it's up to us to decide where we belong.

"I don't have the time," we often lament,

As responsibilities and obligations are sent.

But within each moment, a choice does reside,

To redefine time's rhythm, to take it in stride.

For time is not a scarce commodity,

But a canvas on which we write our story.

It's a tapestry woven with moments, profound,

Waiting for us to seize, to truly astound.

In the depths of our being, we hold the key,

To unlock the treasures of time's vast sea.

To prioritize and align with what truly matters,

And in doing so, ignite our lives like a sparkler.

Let us not be slaves to the ticking clock,

But masters of time, breaking free from the lock.

For in the stillness, the quiet of the soul,

We find the time we yearn to behold.

In the early dawn's embrace, a moment to breathe,

Or beneath the stars, find solace and reprieve.

For time is not lost, but patiently awaits,

For us to savor its gifts, its infinite states.

"I don't have the time," need not be our refrain,

But a reminder to embrace each moment's gain.

To choose with intention, to live fully aware,

That time is not limited, if we dare.

So let us dance with time, in rhythm and grace,

Embracing the present, each step we trace.

For in the tapestry of life, we shall see,

That time is abundant, if we choose to be free.

No longer bound by the phrase, so resigned,

"I don't have the time," we'll leave behind.

For in each breath, in each heartbeat's chime,

We'll find the time, for it is truly ours to find.