To sow is great, it preaches growth
For every seed there should be harvest
It takes a while but it's a test of time
And it ripen is as sweet as lemon lime

What has a beginning has an end
You can either make your actions your friend
Or allow your deeds to become your end
Your actions determine how goes your trend


Ignorantly aware of what we do, we plan our dooms
Considering not that the impatient tomorrow comes so soon
We are chained to our actions and in our faces it booms
And when it's time to reap the fruit of our deeds we have to dance to the tune

Time married with our action is a peregrine and our realization is a sloth
Together a powerful union that stings, bites and embraces simultaneously
© Man King