Within the ticking clocks, time we find,
A lesson bound within its rhythmic grind,
Tick-tock, it warns, the seconds quickly fade,
Procrastination’s grasp, we must evade.
With every tick, a moment slips away,
Tomorrow’s dream becomes today’s delay,
Yet time, relentless, marches on its course,
No pause it grants for sorrow or remorse.
The world awaits for no one to catch up,
The lazy heart must learn to quicken up,
For opportunities, like ships, set sail,
Procrastination’s wind must surely fail.
Tick-tock, the urgency it underscores,
To seize the day, each chance it explores,
The dreams we hold, the goals we wish to chase,
They will vanish like a vapor, a ghostly trace.
No more illusions, no more sweet delay,
The time is now, the moment to obey,
Tick-tock, it whispers, heed its timely call,
Embrace the race, for time won’t wait at all.
Inaction blinds the mind to what is at stake,
Potential falters, and we are left to ache,
But fear not, for the present holds the key,
Unlock its doors, set all your passions free.
With every tick, a heartbeat in disguise,
Each second counts as life before us flies,
Tick-tock, let urgency ignite your fire,
Carpe diem, to heights, let us aspire.
Now break the chains that hold you back, unbind,
Embrace the truth that time will not be kind,
Tick-tock, the dance continues, heed the chime,
The dangers of procrastination, rhyme.
Hurry, dear one, seize the day’s embrace,
Chase every dream, time’s footsteps, trace,
For in the ticking of life’s grand clock’s sound,
The rhythm to our purpose is found.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
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Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 