Time passes
Leaving its prints all over
The me that faces you
The You impressed by fleeting appraisals
The You that might not be
And struggles to break free
Time passes
And the me that is ME
Breathes dreams in oblivion
No beginnings or ends
A spark that shines untouched
By the Winds
Time passes
Tickling ambitions, muddy paths and the old
Hearts beating from one to a number unknown
Yet, indelible moments nurturing Soul
Resist, persist, prevail
And the Season of New Beginnings
Is as unending as the I
