Time, Time

Can't find the time.

That light is out. But thus is mine?

I cannot but seem to look into,

the eyes of what is said be true.

I lack the time to call upon

an age of which I'm set upon.

The line of purpose I have yet attained

is that which keeps all thought stained.

I pray that now I can find the right

and reach the end of mine dreadful plight.
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The words to say what's right seem to always run from me.

I feel the same, but with a different color.

It makes me want to cry sometimes.

You just wait.

:P