Tick...tick...tick
The hands of the clock
Ticking away my existence
Every second I live, I知 dying
Every day
Is an array of opportunities missed
Of goals not worked for
A day closer to my end
Whenever it will grace me
Every year
Another number
Age being added despite protests
Wisdom not so
It doesn稚 always come with age
It develops, from how we adapt to our lives
How we learn from situations, good and bad
The new year begins
Full of hopes for what will transpire
Yet as the days and weeks pass, I realise I知 left
Left far behind with no hope of recovering the past
Not allowing myself to become who I planned to be
Dreams dissolving
New ones forming, out of desires we aspire to achieve
But sometimes, we set our sights too high
Become disillusioned, feel abandoned
By our dreams, the future we wished to have obtained
It passed us by
Slipping from our grasp like sand through our fingers
Sometimes it feels like I知 standing on a carousel
My life spinning around me, I知 unable to stop it
To savour each moment, absorb the flavours
At other times, it spins so fast, I cannot bear it
Nausea reigns, sickening me, nothing feeling real
Slowly it returns to normal, allowing a brief interlude
Time enough to find a focus, a new chance to work towards
For a short time, I知 able to work through each moment
My aim crystal clear, the path stretched gleefully before me
All I have to do, is stop watching the time pass,
To keep my dreams alive, by working for them
To stop letting them disappear before being realised
