My mind moves so fast.
My heart moves so slow.
It takes too long, to let go.
I feel young,
and old.
That hasn’t changed,
as the years go.
My soul outside time,
watches me.
Tells me,
my body grows old.
What is time?
I don’t know,
anymore.
In the mirror,
my image changes.
I am me,
in different stages.
Will I ever be a mother,
one that gives birth.
Will I ever realize,
the dreams of my youth?
Waiting,
that terrible feeling.
Stuck,
while the rest of the universe is moving.
I try to stop it all,
to catch up.
My heart can be so slow,
even when,
it’s cooperating.
Part of me is eternal,
part of me is breathless.
I know time matters,
To it I’m helpless.
I’ll choose to be grateful.
I’ll choose to fill my time,
with kindness.
I’ll choose to float,
on the waves of thoughts.
I’ll journey as far as I can go.
I’ll rest, every chance I get,
and not regret that,
at all.
It would be nice,
to feel loved sometime.
Time is meaningless.
Time is precious.
Take your time.
Resting on the waters,
of the tide.
You will get there.
It’s a journey to explore,
not to control.
I will take my time.
Forget about time.
Just float,
with gratitude.
