Time presses me forward and calls me back.
I remember, regret, remain, react.
Daily life skitters, plain and dull.
I waste it pursuing an unworthy goal.
Too tired to rise, too busy to sin.
Uncomfortable in aging skin.
Things I wanted have faded away.
Now I dream of some future day.
But when I can sit calmly in the sun,
I’ll be dreaming of adventures gone undone.
Time, give me a chance to breathe.
Give me the courage to run free.
I want to climb the rocks of the east,
And write my story, and say my peace.
To live is to break from the treadmill of days.
Impassioned, emboldened, aflame, amazed.
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Relatable sentiments in this lovely poem. ❤
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