Days pass by, woven in between.
A constant thought, one linear theme.
What will it be?
Patience ebbs, while frustration’s spigot flows.
Must we change, control, or just accept what the world throws?
Each question, unbridled by time, presents long-adored prose:
“Give it time”, or “don’t give up”.
“Go slow” or “you only live once”.
“This too shall pass” or “Be the change you wish to see”.
And yet life, the question, stands unredeemed.
So, what will it be? This life. This journey.
Inevitability, this me.