Taming the Time

Taming the time is an art
Unknown to all ever born
But he who has the cart
And learnt what he had owned.
His heart beats with the rhythm of
The feet that carry him off.
He knows Time trots, caters and gallops.
Yet he carries the bundle of hopes.
He has known the art of balancing
And rides evenly days and nights.
Behold him and the Time is dancing
To his desires and his rights.
When Time reaches the stable of death,
You would know he has lived all his breath.