Time

I dream to live a beautiful life,
Obligations I fulfill, but still I gripe,
Because, I see only fruitless results ripe,

My dream remain still as a dream,
I am sailing through a clueless stream,

Subtle changes I need to make,
I cannot afford to take a break,

I want my dream to take its true shape,
Alas, I found the lapse at last, with agape,

It was there, from the day I born,
In my flesh as a painful thorn,
Till the moment I realized,
My view was wrong,

No matter how hard I try,
It's there, always taking the lead,
This truth all these years,
I failed to heed,

It's ticking along at an unbelievable haste,
I disrespected it, had a lifetime lambaste,

It showed me, the past I lost,
The present I live,
And what future I have in store to receive,

It's none other than,
The Sands of Time,
With in a Hour Glass,

Dropping at a steady pace,
My eyes on sands are at a fixed gaze,

I behold the truth,
Of those sands turning into pure gold,
For those who respect the most,
Realize their dreams uniquely unfold.