I found the pages from yesterday,
Once filled with knowledge, now left to waste.
I held the time I once longed for,
A dream-like reality, yet no longer a dream.

Day and night, I chased the distant dawn,
Believing that light would bring me hope.
Now, I stand within its glow—
Yet,
I no longer yearn as I once did.

When someone tells me,
"I wish to reach the light faster,"
I would have once held their hand,
Guiding them forward.
But now,
I would pull them back.