I know vaish,
You gotta race,
You gotta run,
You gotta chase,
But there are some things,
Which are eventually felt,
Perhaps you never wanted,
Or have never needed,
But there are some things,
which are eventually made.
They can't be chased,
Nor can be rushed,
Especially when you feel pushed,
Until when the day arrives,
And their presence makes you alive.