In a gasp of a moment,
Or in a panting I see;
There's no time I have left,
No further can I see.
I know that I should have,
I know I can't now,
I don't know but if everything,
Will eventually come around.
My days, they are numbered,
This time, it does fleet;
Pensive I look at the mirror,
At myself, yet so, in defeat.
Too long I had wasted,
Too aimlessly, I glared;
And not much had I tasted,
In those moments that I dared.
Don't leave it for later.
