An Inspired Poem: Changing My Time-Set

Who decided that time must march
To the beat of a clock, so precise, so sharp?
Seconds, minutes, hours, days—
A rhythm imposed, a pre-mapped maze.

But what if time isn’t a straight line?
What if it bends and curves? What if it was mine?
Not dictated by others’ hurried pace,
But shaped by the quiet within my own space.

I’ve lived by borrowed clocks, their hands spinning fast,
Chasing moments that never seem to last.
Deadlines loomed, expectations burned,
Yet the fire inside me yearned and yearned.

What if I reset and paused the race?
Rewrote the rhythm, reclaimed my space?
What if I lived by the pulse of my own?
A time that’s tender, unhurried, my own tone?

Time is not just measured by tasks to complete,
It’s found in the moments when hearts truly meet.
In the stillness, the breath, the spark of a smile,
The quiet journeys walked mile by mile.

I choose to live by a time that’s mine,
To honor the sunsets, the stars, the signs.
No clock will define where I need to be,
I’ll follow the rhythm that sets my soul free.

So here I stand, not bound by the race,
Living in time’s gentlest embrace.
For the only clock I need to see,
Ticks to the rhythm of the realest me.