With every passing instant i'm,
seeking the sanctity found in rhyme.
Hardhearted like in my approach,
I may look weary but i've never lost hope.
It’s only cause time has turned me cold,
so many tribulations, you'd think i was old.
So with every breath, I seek experience,
steadfast like, honor gains with perseverance.
From the sun's descent to its rising,
everything inside me begins devising.
All the life within me is surmising,
any doubt I am now disguising.
I hope to hear all of the words,
as loud as the hills beckon for shepherds.
And I hope to grasp the heart of each line,
and define, the knowledge left to the whims of time.