Time is of the Essence

With the steps of our future we walk through this gloomy door,

Executioners, Enigmas and rules find abhor.

“Unless, someone like you cares a whole awful lot,

Nothing is going to get better, it’s not”.

Words left unsaid, deeds left undone,

Life is skipping away, the arrows clicking has only just begun.

“In headaches and in worry, vaguely life leaks away,

And time will have his fancy, tomorrow or today”.

Life is but a grain of sand,

Precious and unique, confusing and lost like a barren land.

So astonishing it is that we live without hope,

Burdened by own miseries, we could not cope.

His presence is what made moments,

His actions turned to omens.

He ticks and tocks his way around, marking his presence,

And, we must remember one thing that no matter what “Time is of the Essence”.