Care not, dear monkey, but let your focus be,
For this note holds wisdom, let it set you free.
In the passage of time, we find our way,
With careful choices, we shape each passing day.

Take a moment to pause, to tend and to mend,
For the things we care for, time will surely lend.
With precision, we navigate life's winding course,
Knowing that choice holds its own potent force.

Choice knows no boundaries, it transcends time's hold,
In its world, we shape stories yet to be told.
So, care not for the ticking hands on the clock,
But focus on the choices, like keys to unlock.

For time marches on, relentless and swift,
Yet within its confines, our choices uplift.
In the party of life, our threads are weaved,
With each choice, a stitch, a path to be believed.

Care not for the constraints that time may impose,
But focus on the present, where true power grows.
With each choice, we mold our destiny's design,
Aligning our path with purpose, so divine.

So, heed this important note, dear monkey so wise,
Take time to care for the things that make you rise.
In the precisions of time, let your choices shine,
For in each mindful act, your essence will align.

Care not, but focus, with intent and with grace,
Navigating time's currents, finding your rightful place.
Embrace the power of choice, as time slips away,
And create a life that shines brighter each day.