Ode to hustle (work).
Job Emmanuel@jobemmanuel287236
10 months ago
#poetry
In the hustle of dawn, where sun-kissed ambitions dance on the horizon,
there's a plea whispered amidst the ticking of the clock. "Can the day wait for me?"
I find myself caught in the whirlwind of minutes,
chasing dreams that seem to sprint ahead, elusive and untamed.
As the world rushes to embrace the morning,
I yearn for a moment, a breath, a pause that beckons time to linger.
There's a symphony in the sunrise, a melody in the unfolding day,
and I desire to catch each note with intention.
The morning sun, a patient painter,
strokes the sky with hues of possibility.
Yet, in my pursuit, I wonder if the canvas could bear witness to my aspirations a little longer.
stepping to a rhythm that syncs with the beat of my heart?
In the cadence of existence, I crave a dialogue with the fleeting hours.
forging a pact where the day graciously accommodates the dreams that strive to breathe within me?
For in this bustling reality, I yearn for a partnership with time,
where the symphony of the day harmonizes with the melody of my purpose.
So, as I step into the bustling arena of daylight,
can I negotiate? " me and time"
I carry this question: "Can the day wait for me?" Not as a demand,
but as a humble plea from a soul striving to make each moment count.
