By: Rahmah

I wish I could hold it with a rope
and not leave it until I wish
but impossible it is,
for that is the decree,
to continue to run
without waiting for anyone.
Oh Lord,
how do I meet up with its pace!
It keeps running like in haste.

I stopped following when I couldn’t keep up
but I found myself melting
melting in agony
and unfulfilled goals,
as each day breaks,
as each night passes.
I cried and cried,
but it never waited for me
I shouted for it to come back
but time never looked back.
In my sorrow,
I looked to my left

and saw a heap of refuse
my abandoned works, goals, aims
I looked at my right
It was the same
unfulfilled wishes, unaccomplished goals.
I sat with regret
and blamed time for my misfortune.
But was time ever at fault?
A voice whispers to me.
Its nature has been defined
to run as if in haste
carrying along only
those who run with it.

I soon realised my mistakes
distractions, laziness
procrastination, fear
these lowered my speed
that I couldn’t meet up with time
but that was before
now the regret has been swallowed
I shall now run after time
and catch up with it.