luni, 3 august 2009



As mighty as today we see ourselves,
We are but a pebble on the Universal shelves.

But a pebble...
But what a pebble!

We bear within like in a tome,
All that it was, and is, or is to come.
Our mind holds out the threads of fate,
No matter if we are aware - it is innate.

The threads...
We hold the threads!

While one can have a strong grip on its own,
Another drifts through life, merely a pawn.
Our canvas paints itself with ease,
As time slips by, swift - like a breeze.

The time…
The time slips by!

All we can do is add the colors,
The shapes, the size, even the odors.
By understanding our skills and nature,
We shape the present, past and future.

The future...
We shape the future!

The boundaries that we can see
Are there to cross them, actually…
And walls are stairs for some to climb,
To gain the mastery of time.

Un comentariu:

  1. This one reflects my strong belief that we are the masters of our own destiny and that we can accomplish any goal we set for ourselves.