I am in motion;
swaying rather,
for no distance is covered.
and whistling to my ears
the gust says
time is wretched.
Time is knave
It will fool you around.
Time will cheat
will dig you in ground.
And time won't laugh,
or time won't weep,
for time feel nothing,
your memories; time won't keep.
It will stroll
with its uncaring gait.
You may hold your breath;
but for you, it won't wait.
You need to drift,
you need to flow;
You need to evolve,
you need to grow.
Don't let time
dribble you away,
Drift along,
just don't sway.
