Pure Pursuit

We will never live those days again;
The thought resounds in my stomach.
As I saw his eyebrow stun the audience before him
I knew that this ought to be him;
He belonged there.
There, he was unlike himself.
Wasted time is but a silly oxymoron,
For we change every second.
Why is it that people drift through time?
And why will we never make people proud?
Living for others seems cruel
For others will never be satiated;
It is me I care for
Having wasted too much time in the past
I seize each moment now;
At least that be the endeavour.
I feel humble before a mountain
For a mountain cares not
About the sorry plight of living beings;
But we are here to exist.
Die not at the mercy of time
Rather, live by it.