In days of old, a breeze so sweet,
The challenges we’d eagerly meet.
But time has passed, and in its wake,
The pace of change, hard to partake.
Once a piece of cake, now so advanced,
We gather patience, take our chance.
In the race of progress, we do partake,
Yet the zeal has waned, like boat’s wake.
Years aplenty, dreams delayed,
Procrastination’s price we paid.
But now we rise, with newfound might,
To catch up with the speed of light.
With patience, we’ll navigate this sea,
Adapt, learn, and strive to be free.
In this ever-changing, relentless space,
We’ll find our zeal and set the pace.