Time

Yester-sun's gleaming rays 

shone a different light - 

Today's, brightened my defeat

and, these rays, sure, 

Have a surprise in store, 
tomorrow
Upon time's mantle, 

I weigh my luck

Steadfast, with a 

narrow sword of hope

And with courage, 

I dare 

Now, I look at time, 

in the eye

It effaces my past, 

holds my present - 

Challenges me:

"For, if I cease to tread, 

won't you cease to be?" 

Ah, I smell conceit 

in your devious schemes!

Sad, you forget! you too, 

are, but a tool; 

Bound by space 

and fate.