It is like a clocked time

given to each on loan.

Within it, you are boundless

but in the end you will be done.

A bargain from death, if you will,

is what we all did to be here.

Some found much while others less,

of all the uncertainties in life, this is clear.

Like any other, this too carries interest

which is to be repaid with depleting time.

What you do here is consequential

and not what you think you should,

deeds are rare but the thoughts are perennial

and hence they are of lesser importance.

A thought which comes to us all, no denial,

our brilliance is timed and shall fade like it.

When is the actual unknown in life.

Gifts that we borrowed must have had a purpose

and life’s is to repay the debt.

Timed is the word to care for

because it doesn’t stop or reset.

Earn to settle the curious fare

of this journey you frequently forget.