Time..
ticking by..
suns and moon..
Passing by..

Long ago we did not mind,
Of the weight of choices,
of what we'd find.

Long ago we did not care,
for tomorrows and soons,
for they were always there.

Long ago we felt no pressure,
no joy to end,
no sadness to measure.

But now..
It's time,
to make a choice,
to decide.

Whether or not
we take a stride,
into the future
with dreams in our hands.

Or take a step back,
and blow everything,
to sand.

Whatever we do,
whatever we say,
It's our decision,
To go on or stray.