Stop.. breathe.

Here comes the time
to believe you're the prime
no steadfastness or laziness
but the constant walk over the mind

Shrieking, shrinking,
or no more blinking
All the fear revamped
Oh yes, i am the new, full and whelmed

Meaning of dark has altered so far
Brightness is the illusion to snarl
the hurdles give impressive shower
and lonely roads to travel afar

The kiskarse start to paused sojourn
with detailed sense of the spirit
and thorough adorn
For the journey is lived over the time
and destination is the moment that blinds

Here comes the time
to believe you're the prime
no race this part or sink your heart
but live the lanes to aim of mirth.
-tazien