This Hour

We all have been taught that 'LIFE IS A RACE'. Sometimes in the race of staying relevant we forget the whole purpose of being here. I am tired at this point, I just want to stay doesn't matter if it is relevant or not. I don't know what the future beholds now is what matters. 

 This Hour

I want to hold 
this hour in
my arms forever,
for this hour shall 
not come back,
I want to perish it 
with love, 
cry within it,
smile as I wipe 
my tears,
gather courage 
and perish it again