Time is the most valuable resource in existence, yet we waste it on a regular basis, always complaining about not having enough of it. As humans, we spend so much of our time pursuing material things. This poem is about how fickle we are in always going after a certain goal and as soon as we achieve it, another one takes its place. It’s a cycle that continues until our time eventually runs out.
Lives spent waiting for the next moment
as it slips through your fingers
The river of thoughts floating
around the bend,
our minds fixated
on the upcoming end.
We look for the next big step
as soon as it’s achieved, move on
not a thought or moment kept
to appreciate the goal we won.
When do we stop? When does it end?
is there always something new?
A shiny new cliff to climb over
Obstacles to overcome, no care for why or who
Such fickle creatures we are
always raising the bar,
speeding through time
taking moments to shine
eyes fixed to the unreachable stars.
Then we reach the end
lamenting the time that has passed by,
all of it taken for granted,
the daylight has vanished
and it all stops in a blink of an eye.