A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Timed

Every day a struggle,

every day some pain,

every day we sacrifice,

a whole lot more than we gain.

Every night restless,

every night takes more out of us,

every night is so full of fear,

taking so much medication we could bust,

as we ponder if our time is near.

As time passes,

like a child so swiftly and carelessly,

and through space gleefully splashes,

so we must fearlessly,

be dragged along in our masses,

not that we have a choice and yet this illusion still clashes,

with our better judgement leaving nothing but ashes.

And I walk the road of time,

a slave to the illness known as age,

withering like a tree, falling into the grime,

and yet, there's another page,

another page to my story, yet to be seen but I'd bet a dime,

the show will go on, on yet another stage.