Time races on, relentless in its stride,
Leaving us breathless with nowhere to hide.
We foolishly dismiss its unwavering pace,
Blinded by our own arrogance and misplaced grace.

But let not our laments overshadow the truth,
For time's forward march is not absolute.
In the realm of possibility, change awaits,
If only we dare to challenge our fates.

Silent moments fade,...