It takes time to build

A reputation, a life, an identity

Yet time holds little regard

For your version of reality.

 

In a single brutal stroke

It can level down to the ground

All your structures and your plans

All gone…nothing to be found.

 

What do you turn to then?

Repentance, remorse, restitution or prayer?

Or are you grateful that

Though everything is lost, you’re still there.

 

You’ve done it before

So you know that you can do it again

With grit and determination

You’ll rebuild your life from zero to ten.

 

But what is loss trying to teach you?

And are you ready to learn?

That no matter what distance you cover

Over time, you will return.

 

Cling not to your honours and riches

For they delude you and make you forget

That the unreality you celebrate today

Is time lost, that you will regret.

 

So, what must we do with our time–

How do we rise above its drift?

Make it an offering to an ideal

Remember that your life is your gift.