Time and I like to race,
And the both of us won’t give in.
We wish to claim first place;
We both deny what’s not a win.
With my eye on the prize,
I try to beat my nemesis.
For it’s time I despise,
It is a thief with arrogance.
And for the longest time,
My rival was in the craved lead.
I now forbid his crime;
I have stolen his spot, indeed.
“How I do this?” you ask.
Well, it is the most simple thing.
Within each day I bask,
And in each small moment, I sing.
I don’t say “Next week I…”
And I don’t mention what has past.
I live for the day, though,
attempting just to make it last.
One day I will have won,
And I will claim my spot: first place.
I am who made time run,
All because I slowed down my pace.
