Why believe if to fade away,
Like sunset in the lap of dull sky.
Greatness have patience, a word,
So far, that even may not step there.
Put a hand on your heart, think,
What could be the next of all?
One that wishes or one that does,
With a little order of time.
Next second could be the change,
That never in life one thought of.
On the bed of roses, one slept for a time,
I did believe in what one has for time.
Great are those who think they do,
What repeat may make a difference?
Hard to narrate to the time who make,
Mere choice how to make dreams great.
All have the right to express clear space,
In loss of what has ever a dream of?
Yet there sigh a question, that makes,
Mere life big choice to live or die.
