A Boy Once Lost

In a world where hours slip away,

A boy once lost, in disarray,

Each moment seemed to flee, to stray,

Until he found his guiding way.

With scattered thoughts and endless tasks,

He wandered through the days so vast,

But time, it seemed, would never last,

A blur, a race, too fast, too fast.

Then came a day, a change, a spark,

He took a breath, began to mark,

The seconds, minutes, hours stark,

And lit within, a newfound arc.

He learned to map his daily course,

To harness time, its mighty force,

To balance play and work, a source,

Of peace, of joy, without remorse.

Each morning now, he plans with care,

His goals, his dreams, his moments fair,

No longer lost in idle air,

But thriving in a life aware.

He blocks his time, he sets his pace,

Each task a step, a measured grace,

He finds within a sacred space,

Where focus blooms, in every place.

The boy who once was swept away,

By tides of time, in disarray,

Now stands with purpose, clear as day,

In harmony, he finds his way.

No longer does he fear the clock,

He greets each tick, each gentle knock,

For in his heart, a steady rock,

He’s learned to sail through time’s vast dock.

With every sunrise, every night,

He weaves his dreams, his future bright,

In time’s embrace, he takes his flight,

A boy who learned to use time right.

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