How long can you be,
what you were never meant to be.
How long will you count those milestones and signs
that keep telling you, you are running out of time.
How long will you wait and always find,
midst unfinished conversations, your thoughts were left behind.
How long can you wish for an anchor to drop,
To let someone hold you or tell you to stop.
How long can you think that there will be a day
when life will be calling and coming your way.
I tell you today. I tell you true. This lesson of mine.
There are no chains holding you. There is nothing called time.
For all that you longed to be and all that you wanted to do,
The moment is now. That person is you.
So grow those roots, grasp those rocks, root yourself, replenish your being,
uncurl your fronds, gauge your horizons, grow your branches, and spread your wings.
When this morning sun starts to color the skies,
tell yourself gently,