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, drowned by doubt's swell,
As time spreads its wings, we fear it "farewell."
Yet why not take flight and join in its dance,
Embracing its rhythm, giving life a chance?

Regrets and "what ifs" are but shadows of the past,
Moments to ponder, but not forever to last.
The present beckons, eager to be unfurled,
A canvas of possibility, ready to be twirled.

Seize the day, with courage running deep,
For time will pause, and in that pause, we leap.
Not in a different world, but in a brighter light,
Where beginnings flourish and dreams take flight.
© Zeenab Majeed