My days are no longer measured by hours,
my passion have shrinked them into seconds.
At each tick and sweat,
the reality of my dreams are sewn...
Though my body protest at the strain,
My heart is grateful for each day.
And when it seems as though,
the days have ran its course
And have pedaled us to another year,
Worries is stirred up in my heart
Then my youth days seem to flits,
without finding answers to the
questions that plaque my soul
Are you all that you can be?
Are your feet being imprinted in the sands of hearts?
...
