C'est l'heure -It's time

"I was once being dragged away by time, fortuitously escaped from the pool of foolishness, before drowning myself together with my dreams."

I have never expected myself taking a long time to decisively starting writing again.
52 months of writing goof-offs. It feels relatively like quitting vape.
Or even, stop biting nails which is then a habit a decade ago.
The end of the protracted displeasing writing break is here.
C'est l'heure. It's time. The change starts today.

I have always thought that reality and imagination are poles apart. No.
It's my imagination from yesterday and today.
Recklessly making it effortless to do a turn by trivial influences.
Awaken by the dubious future where gaudy imaginations are at stake.
Striking it rich, piled myself out from the chaotic tangled mess.
C'est l'heure. Once, twice but not thrice.

Time has passed, have you gone wiser?
'The same', are you not demanding yourself to stride?
The comfort zone, is where people should have cold feet at.
It is an intimidating point of life where people are reluctant and wary of ambiguous possibilities ahead.
That, they'll square out their own spot to snug.
The audacity to footfall on where leads you, out of your own square box, destination is just across the street you'll see.
C'est l'heure. Are you bold enough to give a strike.

C'est l'heure.
Dreams fade off only at our own intentions.
Be sluggish, be sturdy, keep it in force.
To cease, not in your life, not in any way, at no time.
A thou-shalt-not be drunk in vanity.
Screaming halt at seduction of life, to not deviate your dreams.

I'm back.
C'est l'heure.  //It's time.
Il est temps de faire un changement.  //It's time to make a change.
Ce n'est jamais trop tard.  //It's never too late.
Do not let time eat up our dreams.