Thought.

As time wheezes by ,
there are some moments ,
to be lived through,
Which make up ,
what we are ,
and what we end up like.

This time for once ,
should be like what we ,
make up it to be,
though often we might ,
end up like ,
a mere spectator , than
what we like it to be.

This day for once ,
will not be that day ,
when i see it pass,
and sign by it.