Timing

No one knows the mind of the wind.

Each breeze carries its own heading.

There is nothing to predict its course, nothing to trace its threading.

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Even leisure comes at a price.

There is only so much we have to give.

The wind does not care; time is something it will never need.

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So it storms through our lives like a stampede.

Our life is but vapor, and the wind blows it away faster than it appears.

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Action must happen now, for the wind pays no mind to your timing.