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.