Carpe Diem Poem: Meaning in Motion
The stars do not ask if we care,
The wind does not wait for our choice;
The world spins on, indifferent, vast,
Until we raise our voice.
No fate writes meaning in our name,
No hand inscribes our path ahead;
We carve the truth with living acts,
Not dreams deferred, not words unsaid.
Step, speak, create, before the hour
Escapes in silence, swift and cold;
Each action now becomes the proof
Of life, of purpose, and of bold.
Time offers nothing but the chance
To shape the moment, here, today;
Existence answers to our hands,
And meaning is the price we pay.
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