In the tapestry of time, threads entwine
Moments fleeting, yet so divine
Each day a canvas, blank and wide
Where will you wander, where will you bide?
The clock ticks softly, a gentle chime
Whispering secrets of borrowed time
Will you squander, or will you seize
The precious hours, the gentle breeze?
The crossroads call with whispered plea
To choose the path that sets you free
In the heart's quiet, gentle voice
Lies the power of your choice
Life's a journey, a winding road
With choices vast, and stories untold
Will you linger in shadows, or step into light
Embrace the dawn, or cling to night?
The heart knows well its deepest desire
A flame within, a burning fire
Will you nurture it, let it grow
Or stifle its warmth, let it go?
In the garden of dreams, seeds are sown
What will you harvest, what have you grown?
Will you tend to the weeds, or the flowers bright
Choose wisely, dear soul, in the fading light
Time is a river, ever flowing
Where are you going, what are you knowing?
Will you drift aimlessly, or chart a course
Harness the current, with gentle force?
The stars above, they softly gleam
Guiding you onward, through the dream
Will you reach for them, grasp their glow
Or let them fade, as shadows grow?
Life is finite, a fleeting dance
Will you take the lead, or miss the chance?
To live with purpose, to love with grace
To leave a mark, in this vast space
Embrace the journey, the highs and lows
For in each moment, your spirit grows
The path you choose, a sacred quest
To find the truth within your chest
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