Temporal Realm

If I can’t stop the spinning gears, then I’ll choose what I create. Let the nature inspires who I'd like to become, how to live a fulfilling life.

I woke up in a rhyme of summer rain,

Past the hush of yesterday’s flame,

Streetlights blinking in a silver line,

Casting shadows through the same old frame.

Every idea becomes a thread,

Every outdated custom learns to bend—

I’m  watching a spark in the corner across-

the street and alley,

Still holding on to where I’ve been through.

Tell me—who keeps the energy high when we feel exhausted,

Who turns the pages when storms come?

Welcome to the temporal realm,

Where the seconds and minutes merge into the riverside flow,

Where passion turns slow to instant glow.

And every “soon” is falling over.

I run but can I outrun the tide,

I’m learning how to let go—

In the temporal realm,

I’m becoming what I don’t know.

There’s a river made of “almost,”

That never quite arrives on cue,

The years carry on seasonal expectation,

Bringing up new perspectives in the echo of historical time.

I’ve seen dawns woven from the emerging beam,

Tiny seeds of creativity breaking through—

If the minutes take their toll,

I’ll be inspirational in truth with something new.

So I stay alert like the change is part of realm.

I continue to write stories in fleeting light beam.

Maybe time is just a gateway,

Maybe asking questions is how we grow,

Maybe “change the world” is a practice—

Not a promise we can hold for a short time.

If I can’t stop the spinning gears,

Then I’ll choose what I create:

Let the nature inspires who I'd like to become.

How to live a fulfilling life.

Welcome to the temporal realm,

Where the day and night hum a different theme,

Where every effort leaves a seed,

And every tear turns into a shining waterdrop.

I won’t waste the time I’m given,

I’ll carry wonder like a torch—

In the temporal realm,

I’m continually discovering -

the influence I could make, 

the purposes of what I’m for.

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