The Battle

Waiting to have enough time,

is a losing battle. 

Complacency the war,

when following the cattle. 

If you have time to scream,

then you have time to move. 

Create something from your dreams,

no matter what's to prove. 

The hourglass is full

of sand mixed with glue. 

To hold it back,

is not your track,

not the job for you. 

Projecting forward,

scouting the drop,

slows the speed 

to an almost stop. 

Forgotten wants,

once forgotten..

Pick out that apple,

before others get rotten. 

Plunge ahead,

bail out the dread,

jump in and grab that paddle. 

The first five minutes of action,

will claim victory in this battle.

Poem and photo copyright by Mar Startari, 2018

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