Bitter-sweet moments drift through me.
I am overwhelmed with heartache and happiness.
The dream that is still alive is dying slowly.
How can this be?
Rejoicing yet lamenting within,
I carry my dusty old treasure chest,
Dragging it with heavy chains,
Not wanting to let go though my hands are blistered and bleeding.
"It is time! It is time!" they all scream.
Yet to me, time does not exist,
Eternity waits.
And yes, the dream still remains,
Till after my last breath is drawn and my corpse is nothing but dust.
Because from the earth, new life springs-
A new beginning will dawn, as the golden globe ascends...
And BEGIN and END in one second.
