My Manifesto

A Manifesto

Time is a sort of currency.

You can save it, you can spend it,

And if you will it, even waste it.

It is a wealth that you spend

On the tax of your life

Every second of breath for a per-minute price

So in the end, the question is, what is worth your time?

If we could hold time within our hands,

Would we perhaps be more frugal?

The journey that’s taken a lifetime to walk

The relics of old and antiques in the shops

They’re priceless in monetary terms

Because their worth was built in time.

So ask yourself, what is worth your time?

For me? Something of a passion

Something I can create with this intangible wealth

Something that cannot be quantified

In the context of papers and coins

Because nothing would compare to the time I have spent

In just doing it. In creating it.

Something that looking back, I could never call a waste.

And that is something for me, only I can choose.

And for you, only you.

The sands of your life trickle slowly but surely

Into a glass with a shape yet unknown

Which should, in the end, should be a vessel you chose

Let no one else dictate what is worth your while

Because your time is your own.