My Time

29 November 2010 My Time Time is laid upon me To nourish by virtue and unspoiled Choose from a road – concrete or soiled Learn the ropes from every tempting epitome Chasing time or run out of time Precisely or faulty, I succumbed to pressure From naïve unsteady step to a walk in paseo of adventure Hustle and bustle of the big city, daytime ‘til nighttime I maybe at the halfway of my life, for another part, I pray For life is ephemeral, newborn will exist, like the cycle of seasons Recurring and invigorating promise, to exist for a reason Rhythm in time, but in life, we skip and leap to purvey So I am here, tired and tried Able to catch up the time, ready to convey succession Of the endless chain of human chronicle collection In my end time, I may say, I chased life with pride