the minutes turning hours
the hours passing days
the endlessness of days
waiting for time to end

the heartache of loneliness
upon the misery of time
carried out with every day
with boredom ridding my timeline

feeling the weight of eternity
pressing against the chest
endlessly presents
it doesn't regress

though weak and diminished
the spirit of hope lives on
for faith is my answer to time and love

with my minutes passing hours and my hours passing days
I live knowing that every day is a good day
just some are better than most days