We are always in a rush to do this,

To achieve that, cross goals off a list.

Maybe it’s because, deep down, we know

Our time here is fleeting, and quickly it’ll go.

We crave to do and try it all,

To rise each time, to never fall.

To feel every love, every ache, every high,

To speak every truth before we say goodbye.

But pause, just once, and take a breath,

There’s beauty too in slowing steps.

Do what you can, hold what feels right,

Not every dream must burn through the night.

Tell your subconscious, "It’s okay,

I'm here, I'm living, come what may."

I’m fine with time, both short and sweet,

It’s not the rush, it’s whom we meet.

So walk, don’t run, through this brief stay,

And taste the magic of each day.

Not every second must be grand,

Sometimes peace lies in what we understand.