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.