If you don’t, somebody else will

Alas, another convoluted conception of how time doth map the will of ye,
and submerge thyself in a bittersweet timeless melody,
And doth time fade, like a passing shadow,
And if we dare not try, then you and I will never know.

Are you keeping me for a rainy day?
Though, just as the rain falls, it’ll unequivocally wash away.
Yet you have no urgency, no zeal, and seemingly your fleeting attention urges me to wait,
though doth he not realise, that at once, it may be too late?

And by day and by night, fate dictates that if you don’t, someone else will,
And yet he still stands still,
where art thou zeal and thou thrill?
Though, he continues to weave a web with promises of sweet nothings,
as tiredness unravels itself and in time, I search for something.

And know that it is because you didn’t someone else will,
as hearts do what their makings be, as another arm doth hold ye with truth and the divine will to fulfil.