Don’t rush it, baby

It’ll happen anyway

We will make it happen

tomorrow surely, if not today.

 

Rushing would make you skim

and all you see would slip 

right out of your mind.

Of everything, you’ll grab none’s grip.

 

Everyone’s living a different chapter of their story

Some chase the glamour, while some despise glory

Every individual is reading another stranger page

Some feel to be early, others late and rest right for their age.

 

You wish to have it all

with quality supreme and sublime

You’ll achieve each goal- big or small

If you move towards them one at a time.