Time

Of all the feelings you inspire prevails

this utter desire of clinging

to the emptiness, as it could keep me

from falling...

Instead darkness comes

crawling, calling me out of scopes.

Tied

in your ropes, unable

and unaware, my hope

is never spared from the inevitability

of trying.

But surprinsingly you smile, sheepishly

as a child, and sighing

coldly whisper my trial:

"This is your fate, my dear one,

and no truth could be higher - for the ice

there's always fire.

So don't burn yourself

in the run, because the end,

it will come,

but not when you require."