Time is the kiss of death
Jan 2, 2022
Taking one step at a time.
Time is the kiss of death,
Which won’t ever be mine,
Since I am not its wealth.
I doubt that life is not a rave,
Since luck is not dime a dozen.
There is something I crave
But my feelings are frozen.
Relying on my sixth sense,
The black sheep of the world.
I want to make a difference,
In the sight of the Lord.
My life is full of pain.
I have to be on my own.
And make myself arraign,
Aiming to get my crown.