Squeezing or Relaxing Time

Time doesn't stop to tell stories
it flies to compose unlimited ones
When we lose our patience
we couldn't stand the stillness of appreciation of art
that took time to absorb all the sentiment
The million strokes appear non-coherent
yet orchestrate a snap shot of mind
with millions of ideas concentrated
Just like ourselves
millions of cells are busy all the time
to make us go from thought to thought
act to act
Only the inner tranquility set us free
from the thoughts of random dynamic detail
or self inflicted time pressure