A tale of time

 I need time for what seems obvious

Why? Well, there's no obvious answer.

I need time for what seems easy breezy

to you , but sigh not to me.

Between letting go and holding on,

I need time: every time.

I try to look at the world like I am supposed to do

I try to fit in my parents shoe

But as I ponder, I cry out "I need time".

To bloom and to return to dust, I need time.

Irony being , probably I am running out of time.

I know, I become cranky

I know, I say "I can't, give me some time"

And yet, time that passes begets more time

Irony has a disdaining laugh

For i chase time to run out of it.

But, for now, I am learning to slow down

I am learning to unlearn whatever I was fed

I am learning to not chase time

Probably, I will put it to rest for some time.

Next time, probably I won't need more time.