"Fringed"

Fringed
A seconds conversation
A minutes wait,
An hour to go
And I'm getting late.

Climbing friskly
To the steps of recognition,
In an attempt to excel
I forget the mission.

A seconds adoraton
A minutes meet,
An hour prized
And a life to beat.

Pressure is rising
Time's on the shelf,
To gain that someone
I lose myself.

A seconds peek
A minutes look,
An hour for choosing
The relevant book.

Turning the pages
The words fail me,
To decipher the meaning
The lessons I do not see.

A second to think
A minutes write,
An hour to identify
The black from the white.

Pages and pages in ink
Lines of musical prose,
At the right moment
I simple froze.

A second to run
A minutes sprint,
An hour to catch up
And do all that I didn't.

Cleverly tackling the bends
Clearing my way,
Life seems unpredictable
But I walk along anyway.