I know that it is in my nature to want to rush,
I know that dreams and speed clash,
Lest in my intent to quickly finish the race,
I might quench the joy in such victory,
For me it has for long been a mystery,
Why you are considered as one,
Of so very few fruits of the spirit,
Now I know that you have no limit,
For time hinders you not,
For long my mind has been deprived of such a useful thought,
And from now on with my entirety you shall be sought,
Oh! though little in my eyes how great you are,
Oh! Though undermined what a treasure you are,
So many in pursuit of life have clamped on less important things,
Unaware that you are the key to their wings,
They sought to fly but in their misjudgement of you,
Unknowingly directed themselves to the ropes which hung them,
Ours is a realm of illusion,
We are constantly deceived by what we envision,
But you, though weak in our eyes,
You are so strong,
For, from here is not where you come,
This reality is clocked to some,
I await the day!
The day when your prominence will come,
And I hope for it before my doom.