Minutes turn into hours
Hours turn to days
Days turn into weeks
Weeks turn into years
Years turn into decades
Tick-Tock spinning round and round.

Only for a blink of an eye
Childhood of innocence becomes
Youth of experimentation becomes
Adulthood of learning and adapting finding one’s way

Life is fleeting like speeding cars on the highway.
Yet, where am I?
What have I become?
Where am I in such a hurry to be?
Was it all in vein?

These are the things that wake us in the silence of night.
Choose wisely your path, direction and course.
For we are here but a moment.
Potential is limitless, but only if it is crafted in the heart of you.
Take not for granted each moment and how an unkind word even to self can derail nay even destroy possibility.

Find within you the well spring of hope, love, joy and peace.
Rise up within your being to become the truly vast storehouse of riches you are longing to be.
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock the choice is yours to make.
Life of purpose or life of regret and if only.