Time drifts like a lantern on an unseen river
carrying yesterday’s echoes farther than we remember
We reach for a button to skip the ache the fear the night—
yet every shadow carves a doorway toward a gentler light
No rewind exists to rewrite the trembling of our hands;
no fast-forward to skip the rain that shapes our lands
Every stumble plants a secret seed beneath the ground
and slow blooms whisper truths we never thought we’d found
Life unfolds in breaths too fragile to rehearse
in roads that twist beyond our practiced verse
Still the heart keeps writing courage with its quiet vow:
to stay to learn to rise—within the fragile grace of now
Look back and you’ll see the hidden blessings in each bend;
look forward and feel how unfinished hopes begin to mend
And here—where your soul stands bare yet unafraid somehow—
you’ll know: without fast-forward without rewind
the answer has always lived in now