The Dance of Time"

Time, a stream streaming quick,
Minutes transitory, none will endure.
Days like shadows get away,
In the beginning of each new day.

We pursue the sun, yet it stows away,
Behind the slopes, where quietness awaits.
The hours walk with consistent effortlessness,
No interruption, no stop, no regressive follow.

In the nursery of vast dreams,
We meander, lost in quiet streams.
Trust and distress, bliss and torment,
Each a memory, each a chain.

However in this dance of light and dim,
There's magnificence in each short lived flash.
We figure out how to giggle, we figure out how to cry,
Also, track down our direction underneath the sky.

However time might take the adolescent we own,
It leaves us astuteness, delicately planted.
In each kink, each line,
A story told, a day to day existence divine.

So let us dance, however time might escape,
Embrace the now, for it is free.
Also, in every heartbeat, track down the rhyme