Who Stole Time? Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

We say, not now, there's time to spare,
Tomorrow waits, it's always there.
We tuck our dreams on dusty shelves,
Assured we'll reach them by ourselves.

But who stole time while we weren't looking,
While we were planning, waiting, hoping?
The days slipped past on quiet feet,
Turning someday into too late beats.

Now hours race and moments fly,
We chase the clock as years go by.
If time is here, then let's not wait—
Before later learns to come too late.