Time presses me forward and calls me back.
I remember, regret, remain, react.

Daily life skitters, plain and dull.
I waste it pursuing an unworthy goal.

Too tired to rise, too busy to sin.
Uncomfortable in aging skin.

Things I wanted have faded away.
Now I dream of some future day.

But when I can sit calmly in the sun,
I’ll be dreaming of adventures gone undone.

Time, give me a chance to breathe.
Give me the courage to run free.

I want to climb the rocks of the east,
And write my story, and say my peace.

To live is to break from the treadmill of days.
Impassioned, emboldened, aflame, amazed.