Time

No time to spare,
When the clock bells chime
No moment for those here around us.

No listening word,
When the kids all scatter,
There simply are too many,

Will there be a sight,
To pause the masses?
Will there be an idea so beloved?

When our lives are measured.
By what we attain,
Instead of by what we imagine.

Work comes in all forms,
But will minds be open,
To ideas and thoughts to be fed?

To reach for the sky,
Then be stopped by a wall,
Caused by far greater men to stumble.

But by stumbling, we fall,
By falling, we crawl,
And slowly move onward again.

Then our eyes will be clear,
Our sight will be given,
We'll know when to stop and to listen.

To see more than lines,
To see more than fences,
But discover and be more than living.