One Day…

I should have known of the glass hour.
How long does it take to be a flower?
Is time really of the essence?
Cause childhood hides during adolescence.

One day it will be you, the mic and an audience,
with billions of seconds tied to words cadence.
There may be no time stone and superpower,
no minute remaining in the last glowing hour.

If In case you feel like dancing, please dance,
If your feet desires to die, choose a stance.
Nobody decides when you grow except the ground,
make sure you know the worth of time before you’re found.

Ruddapoet