From the sun's descent to its rising,  
everything inside me begins devising.  
All my soul within me surmising,  
any doubt I am now disguising.  
And with every passing instant i'm,  
seeking the sanctity found in rhyme.  
Hardhearted like in my approach,  
I may look weary but I never lost hope.  
It’s only that time has turned me cold,  
all these tribulations, you'd think i was old.  
With every breath I seek experience,  
steadfast like, honor gains with perseverance.  
Clear as day, I intend to listen to the words,
loud like the hills beckoning for shepherds.
I hope to grasp the heart of each line,  
and to learn form truths left to the whims of time.