Days slip through my fingers, like water on glass,
I chase the ticking clock, but it’s always one second ahead.
I clutch onto the moments, but they always seem to pass,
Slipping into shadows, like words I never said.
I dream of slowing down, but the hours refuse to wait,
Seconds pass like years and years pass like seconds,
I try to hold onto the quiet but I’m always too late,
As moments collide and the rush of time blends.
And yet I wonder, if I stop chasing the race,
Will I find the peace that I’ve lost on the way?
For in this rush, I miss the quiet grace,
The beauty of now, slipping quietly away.
Author’s Note:
This piece was inspired by a particularly stressful time where it was my first time having midterms and I was also swamped with a variety of other things. I was burnt out and felt like everything was moving too fast with no time to rest. This piece explores is about the yearning to slow down, to breathe, and find the beauty in stillness.
Daniel Chiu | 15 | New Jersey, USA | @aenyu_dc on Instagram
