Time requires you to make a Choice
About Time, About People,
About things you want to have.
You make the choice;
A plethora of emotions and thoughts
Within you Arise.
For people, whom your choices have irked.
And those
Who are Happy,
For you to have made it.
Inside your gut
You feel a conviction shaky
Growing slowly,
To tell you
That the choice you made is
For Yourself.
To feel yourself,
To assert yourself,
To acknowledge yourself.
For those who find a fault with
Your choices,
You find in yourself a shade:
Courage spilling into a tinge of absolution.
Looking for Validation.
But you have to feel not guilty,
Right and wrong are just Relativity.
Relativity is also felt within
Through the times we face.
Different for each of us,
Yet seeming just the same.
People will show recursivity,
But never time: Our only true resource?
Having made the choice,
You have the realisation:
It ain't about the people,
You want to respect your time,
A motion of y/our mind.
-Textro
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