Time's mass impedes the seizing of the day:
For who can lift what weighs upon our hands
So heavily? Or else, perhaps, it may
Simply be weight, and gravitation stands
Only in our way. If, out in space,
Our time were weightless, maybe we could seize
With gusto, energy, and frantic grace
Its many sudden opportunities
That now drop past us faster than we can
Reach out and grasp. On Earth things fall so fast;
Minutes slide by before we can observe
But if in space they do not fly so fast
Without the well of gravity to swerve
Then carpe diem is a perfect saying
For future selves, who have no need for weighing.
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