The Illusion Of Time Poem by andrue finley

its amazing how much i take granted of my time, i would presume others would feel the same. how what ever opportunities life offers, i seem to stray from seizing the moment, only for it to haunt me in the end. i know what i am doing, i am not blind to the matter but foolish, i have none to blame but only myself. at this point i can only say look at what your doing, plot and plan out what tools and settings life may throw at you and create yourself a master piece only you would be proud of. seek only to travel amongs a path of happiness and only your path for no one could change what is destined, but can only stand aside and wish you good travels for a path you must take alone. your time is now