I'm no poet, And this is no poem, But it is my plea to the world. Years have gone by Giving way to months Months have gone by Giving way to days Days have gone by Giving way to hours Hours have gone by Giving way to seconds I am in a predicament, Thinking and thinking If I have done justice to the time The time bestowed upon me By the creator I wish pendulum of the clock Stops just for a moment So that I can reflect back to my past But then again it matters ‘What we are as of now’ I think it’s time I stop dwelling about the past And start living in the present Fully alive, And fully aware.