It never prompts you about its readiness to speed up.
You also stick to the ideology of others like a silly scup.
The seconds run down from minutes to hours.
Yet you see no difference in the changing bars.
Don't allow procrastination to meander its ways to your lifetime's plan.
It will only be a self mischief-making gun to your clan.
Like the stationary house with its echo,
so as the Being stays without making exploits for a logo.
All the opportunities fly with smooth wings into the blue cloud.
And no time has it got to keep calm for your indecisive thoughts overloud.
No guarantee stands to unscramble those ones you'll miss.
The time still moves.
Catching up with those gone is an uncertainty.
But the surest way exists in the cause of accepting every responsibility.
Deep inside the neat vessel of good works, does the crunching time work coincidentally with.
Cos it has got all naughty talks behind to make fit.
Many are the chances you pass by while the clock's ticks hit.
thinking you'd see them fly back to you like your angels.
Or rearrange the chaos you messed up with on countless tables.
Adapting to new ways are the sticky thoughts in your cerebrum no one would ever say.
Cos its crunches continue to remind you of chances available in each day.
Awake, rekindle your spirit and flee from all lies.
Until you further step out to discover the many promises you've got in the skies,
time still runs in the narrow pace
Nothing less than an unremitting race.
There are more to know, unknowing to you because of your reluctance.
I still consider poverty as a the only option to Lazybones.
They are those who run away from assignments to explore in their zones.
Waste time not.
Some days are evil to be caught.
Time factor has always been in ancient times, the Hallmark of success.
Once wasted, forever wasted.
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