The Altar of Hours ⏳⚖️

We hang our values on the wall Frame them gold and call them ours Then trade our mornings by the handful And wonder where went all the hours We say love But feed the machine Say freedom Then live in routine Our calendars confess in silence Our tired hands reveal the creed Every minute leaves a fingerprint Every hunger gets its feed No thunder came No warning flare Just tiny choices Moving furniture inside the air Don’t ask me what I say I worship Look at where the daylight goes Look at all the little rivers Carving canyons through my soul And when my footsteps meet my longing The static finally lets me through Decisions lose their thousand faces When what I do becomes what’s true Funny how drift feels like standing Funny how distance grows so slow Until one day the map is honest And every road begins to show Count your hours Count your energy Count what survives when no one sees That is the altar That is the prayer That is the life already there No more rowing separate oceans No more pulling at the tide When the heart and motion overlap There’s nowhere left to hide What we repeat becomes the story What we protect becomes the truth And somewhere under all the noise The real us waits to move