I won’t live for an eternity

my demise is quickly coming

there’s nothing I can do

to prevent it from happening

I must make good use

of my minutes, hours, days

being productive and holding myself

accountable

The clock is ticking.

I hear it in the background,

counting down how little

time I have left.

I must seize this moment.

Do something productive.

Call a friend or write a letter.

Leave a trace behind.

Ticktock, ticktock,

minutes fly by while I sit here,

typing, thinking, dreaming

instead of acting

Don’t be like me.

Don’t do as I do,

but act as I should be acting

Your era is being created.

Will it be one of influence?

Of dreams?

Will your time be marked as a success?

Don’t hope without taking steps forward.