The Rhythm of Time

Boiling sweat, making yourself wet, Feels filthy and frustrating, doesn’t it yet? Waiting somewhere, patiently in line, Sometimes giving it all, still doubting the climb. But something's still missing, out of sight, Practice and patience are keys to the fight. The sun doesn't shine at all hours of the day, Clouds cover its light, casting shadows in the way. When we cook, we need just a single flame, A small spark that keeps the process in frame. It’s time that everyone awaits, Until then, we cast our baits. Time doesn’t shift with place or location, It’s the events that change with time’s rotation.