Carpe diem

In the end the reaper takes us all,
Sometimes in spring, sometimes the fall,
Then why should I cower in fear?
My hour might be far or almost here
I don’t have time to sit by idly
While the clock hands count down slowly
There is too much to do, too much to see
Life is ill spent languidly
So do it all, do it now
Future is what the present allows

– Raziel ©2016