A stitch in time saves nine,

they said.

Maybe so, so what!

The phases of our lives,

so twisted, different, divergent,

where do we put the stitch in,

I ask.

Lives run in periods,

crashing down like waves sometimes,

and gentle as a lake too.

Facets appear, and dissolve

like mirages, distant, aloof,

sometimes close, too close for comfort,

apparitions we want to shoot.

So here I am

asking you again,

how do you decide the time.

When can you intervene,

position their dreams

point to a distant star?

And say . . .

Go Forth and CONQUER!

Prompted by Phase


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