As my time ages like an hourglass.

I see myself looking back to the horizon.

Winding back like a clock.

Trying to climb up to the mount top.

To reach a new light.  

Wondering will I ever fulfill my dream.

Seeing if I should change my path.

Tasting my wretchedness of ever making it through life.

But i am fighting off my presentiment.  

Trying to moil off into the valleys.

To make my dream to become a fruition.