Change appears swiftly upon the face of time, dare I say-
With every breath a new hand offers and another takes away.
This moment was last marred by my own mind, my eyes struggled to focus-
To find the perfect explanation of failed examples.
Sully was the motif of the day and when I tried to look away, all turned sallow-
Behind me, and ahead, the cloud of abandoned hopes lingers.
Like fields of posies isolated between deft ears, aspiration swells-
A hundred meters of ambition waiting patiently to burst.
If I go to the doctor today, he will judge me for yesterday and scold me for tomorrow-
One minute this, one hour that, a day of the month and the year of a lifetime.