In This

In this land,
So quick and hastened,
Always demand
Some time for creation.

In this sea,
I'll put it mildly,
Life is not worth living
Without our idleness.

In this space,
You hear my shrill,
Atop my mighty edifice
Known as free will.

In this time,
Embedded with triviality,
I use my rhyme
To approach sublimity.