Looking back at my life,
How many chapters I hath finished?
Is there an end to it?
but the end is scary?
I have to walk the way of life.
Tirelessly striving to achieve the satisfaction
Alas it seems to slip from my grasp
Like the restless sands of dreams.
Waiting for the lights to switch off
There will come a time
When this scenery will engulf my eyes
And tears of life will give birth to new feeling
And no matter how much I hath read
The last one is what I have to write.