In a world that spins with endless haste,
We sprint through days with little waste.
The echoes of laughter fade too fast,
As time insists it cannot last.
Once we danced in fields of gold,
Innocence our shield, brave and bold.
Now we chase what seems to fly,
Beneath the wide and endless sky.
The clock hands move with steady grace,
Tracing lines upon our face.
Memories linger, sweet and vast,
Yet shadows of a childhood past.
Let us pause and breathe the air,
For within each moment, treasures rare.
Though we grow, we must embrace,
The child within, our saving grace.