BORROWED TIME

jerry KWATCHEY
@kwatcheyjerry128608
2 hours ago

#poetry
BORROWED TIME

A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU

We are not promised tomorrow.
Yet in our endless bid to own, possess, and conquer,
we forget to live.
We rush through the hours, chasing significance,
collecting moments we never stop to feel —
existing, but forgetting what life is truly about.

Those tiny, seemingly insignificant fragments —
a glance, a breath, a quiet smile at dawn —
they are the hidden symphony
that gives life its rhythm.
But we overlook them,
blind in our pursuit of permanence
in a world built on passing.

We forget we are mortal.
Frail wanderers with finite breath,
drifting through the vast uncertainty
of borrowed time.
No one is promised the next day,
the next hour,
or even the next breath.

The Grim Reaper growls,
his shadow rippling beneath the current,
and none of us know
when his cold fingers will close around our pulse.
We swim through the river of life,
unaware he swims beside us —
silent, patient,
a mirror reminding us
that every heartbeat is both a gift
and a countdown.

So live.
Not in the noise of ambition,
but in the quiet pulse of being.
For existence itself is fleeting —
and we,
are only ever
borrowing time.