Behold the seconds ticking away,
while the minutes pass by
and hours skip like young calves;
Days triumph over nights,
as weeks trickle into months,
and new phases of moon unfold.
While we yearn for better days
and a greater future,
what do we do with the present?
For here comes another month;
so much for the rough pasts
which are all now gone for good.
Here now we stand at the brink
of a new dawn that breaks open
the new circles of the eclipses.
Since we are ushered into a new
realm of opportune shots to take,
I pray that you hit all your targets.
