When was the last time I thought I heard that voice,
The ring of it definitely shrill in my head long after,
No other sound could find space.

There it reverberated for hours on end.
Not irritating, it was just a ring,
the same way my alarm goes off to awaken me.

Here I sit undecided, how different would my life be,
Were I to heed the call?
Dreams rush past my closed eyes.
How I wish I could be what I always want to be!

The sorrow of unfulfilled dreams is the wealth in the earth,
Buried for all time, never to see light of day.
A wealth of no import or honour to its holder,
A waste.

Here I sit, wanting to rise,
The weight of my own helpless condemnation doing me in
Where is my reprieve?
How do I know when my time is come?

Time and chance shall happen to all as they always have.
I shall be found right.