Time Ticking By

Time ticking by and I am nowhere.

Somewhere between the need to do and want to do,

Things got separated and perception lost.

In order to be in sync with your dreams, you need to have a stable ground,

Not just financially but mentally too,

 

I am still not ready to give up,

Time has taken everything from me including love,

This is the only thing I am just not ready to give up.

That's writing.

 

To what it’s worth,

On my death bed, I will still write stories.

At least that will be published.

 

I am not concerned about survival,

I am concerned I will never be able to pass the message.

 

The message I have inside,

The stories I never have the courage to tell,

 

Not because my ink died,

Because it is me from inside.

 

I hope and sometimes wonder,

How beautiful it is to think like a writer.