stillness disguised as inactivity - the brain always churns - a moment to remember life's past, to let the present wash over you, to think on the future - a nudge to move forward to keep chasing your dreams; a day is never wasted
Tag: poetry
Stealing Time
we are chasing youth with its vibrant immaturity; not satisfied with the knowledge from the wisdom of aging; we try to recapture an invincibility we never had as bold sunsets mark the passing of our days orange dawn awakens us to wonder how we might find a few more minutes, no hours, no days, weeks, months - just a few more years - to accomplish the countless dreams we gave up to the chase not understanding that wanting was stealing our time