Entirely Up To You
Life slips away like a passing thought:
enjoyed, and then, the moment is lost.
And yet, every second is precious:
for our mortality, bears the cost.
Time favors the impetuous young
by slowing down to extend their play.
To them: a week's an eternity,
and a moment can feel like a day.
But as the years drop like falling leaves
time significantly picks up speed.
And although you may wish time would slow:
it can, but continue to proceed.
We see time as either friend or foe:
and yet, neither assertion is true.
For it's how you perceive time that counts:
and that is entirely up to you.
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