Rush on!

Wake up! Time is rushing on, it never waits for me and my dreaming Achieve now, later on it will be too late.
Then later, sitting on the platform in the rain waiting for the next train that will never come, we will have all the time in the world, we can sit there and miss it all. Like in Hamlet when the King speaks in Scene II of the dead brother they grief and woe.
“Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
That we with wisest sorrow think on him”.