The time is now

Did I live today like it was my last
Or did I stumble through it too fast
Was today meaningful and true
Or did I waste another one, too

Minutes turn into hours
We wilt like flowers
Days turn into weeks
Valleys grow into peaks

Months turn into years
While we become our fears
Time moves in mysterious ways
And unravels the loose frays

Time is all that is remains
We must break its chains
Time doesn’t stand still
It charges forward at will

“What time is it?” you ask
Such a frivolous task
Don’t look back at the clock
Take a step forward and walk.

A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 07-16-20

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