Dear Time

Sitting in solitude, thinking about my past,

How? what? when? Did I do something wrong?

Couldn't fathom any answers as the story was long,

But how could I have survived, If what I did was only wrong.

Dear time, could I go back and reinvent my life,

Cause I don't know how to live anymore, as I don't have anything to say "this is mine".

Show me those pictures again that you used to play in my mind

As they are getting vague and losing color like it's 1825.

Beautiful were the days that were invested in my parents home stay,

Will cherish those moments forever until I die and decay.

"What is taking you so long?" a bark came from the hallway

"coming son! I'm just a sec away".