Riddle

A Poem by Sumo

An attempt to make the reader think the poem is about one thing, yet it's about another. So it's sort of a riddle I suppose.

Ornate beauty, a sight to see
Some edges straight, some curvy

A steady rhythm, never ceasing
Opportunity aplenty, never decreasing

Constantly in motion, slowly but surely
Whether it's late at night or early

One arm extended, reaching towards your goal
The other held close as if to show

You should keep the future in sight
But never take the small steps light

Seize every opportunity as it comes your way
Tomorrow is never guaranteed, so use today

Time will continue to pass by
So what am I?