As time passes in its steady pace,
I wait for it to stop still in place.
Nothing happened,
all there is a tired and confused face.
Will there be progress anywhere,
or just procrastination everywhere.
I waited
and time just flies by, hurried towards Illyria.
The heart who commits to be yet despises to be
The duty of destiny
The mind who tried to become yet rejects of becoming
The work of necessity
Status quo,
Quiet and unmoving in streaming
Unrecoverable
Sparks purposeless for its crossing
