Passing through the days, lost in fleeting moments,
Time slips through your fingers, like sand in a storm.

Tangled with the trivial, we miss the essential,
While life slips by, without us realizing its potential.

How many dreams were lost amid distractions,
How many opportunities have dissipated into illusions.

It's time to wake up, live in the present,
Every second is precious, every moment is meaningful.

As the days flow, we will learn to appreciate,
Every moment we are given, before he is gone.