drops of rain,
stop suddenly do they,
for just a moment,
waiting for it to resume.

time, the great controller,
the ever hurting phenomenon,
first of all,
waiting for the end of all.

the traveller on it,
lives according with no,
past to turn back,
just walk past.

hardships it gives,
I see them, I judge them,
to dodge them,
or to face them.

hardships they do give,
a choice to handle them,
its up to you and me,
and sometimes up to time.

To deal with them,
run away from them,
to crush and crumble,
run and be scared forever.