New wrinkles around
my eyes

Still waiting for the
things

I never got a chance
to see



Hands worn from
manual labor

Instead of building
me

Up to all that I
aspired to be



Feet sore with
walking

The same old path

Day after day

Following behind
everyone else

Forgetting to pave my
own way

While the clock still
ticks

Calendar pages flip

My dreams break free

From my long lasting
grip



In my mind

I can travel back in
time

Speak to the inner
child in me

But reality can’t be
rewind

So will I ever find

Fulfillment?

…Tick Tock …

I’ll have to wait and see…