The Shift of Time

Once I was blind, lost in my own way, As forms change around me, night turns to day. It’s wondrous to see the stars shining bright, The moon swaying gently in the cool night. We rush through our lives, unaware of the speed, Caught in our routines, like plants from a seed. We miss how the world spins and transforms, Like clay from a pot, lost in its forms. We have ice so white, while flowers bloom near, In life’s endless struggle, we persevere. Time shifts like a wheel, spinning so fast, It’s tough to keep up, we’re losing our grasp. Art and knowledge give so much to our kind, While the ignorant dwell, with limits they find. Those left behind in the traveler’s race, End up resenting those who’ve found their place. Left in the dust, feeling worn and alone, While others rush past, claiming their throne. But the best is to be in the midst of the flow, As civilization reaches for light from below.