The Thief Called Time
Time doesn’t care if you beg or you pray..
It slices the hours and steals them away.
No bargain, no mercy, no pause in the chase..
It carves out your future, erases your place.
Each second you squander is gone with a grin..
A thief with no conscience, no loss, no sin.
It won’t write apologies, won’t grant reprieve..
It takes what it’s owed when you dare to believe.
Stop whining of chances you swear will arrive..
The clock only honours the ones who survive.
Stop mapping a someday that never comes true..
The moment is dying, it’s calling for you.
Time doesn’t wait and it doesn’t forgive..
It’s now or it’s nothing, decide how you’ll live.
It circles, it waits, it will cut you in two..
Take hold of your moment, or it will take you.
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