Times Lost Time

Always told to compete,

to compete for a future glory,

but what is the point,

here and now that’s my story.

Can’t handle more when and whys,

look into my watering eyes,

my future’s here for all the world to see,

times lost time shall forget me.

My portrait still not complete,

yet it’s still not time to complain,

this paint needs time to dry,

paint that will spell out my name.

What are you meant to perceive,

this life my only theory,

this is where I am,

I feel blind yet I see so clearly.

Utter words of my own praise,

my plans sometimes in vain,

die today – put to rest,

these dreams that I became.