With every passing instant i'm,
seeking the sanctity found in rhyme.
Hardhearted like in my approach,
I may look weary but i've never lost hope.
It’s only cause time has turned me cold,
so many tribulations, you'd think i was old.
But from the descent of the sun to its rising,
everything inside me is devising.
All my soul within me surmising,
Any doubt I am now disguising.
So, in every breath, I seek experience,
Steadfast like, honor gains with perseverance.
I hope to hear all of the words,
As loud as the hills beckon for shepherds.
And I hope to grasp the heart of each line,
to define, the knowledge left to the sands of time.