Time

The need to see the tomorrow I have always wanted, burns deep within my soul. My dreams as a child I have failed to control. Why as an adult do I crave the rain after a hot summer day, why do I walk outside and find relief in seeing the air exit my body and quickly disappear. I have turned slow starts into success and allowed failure to shape me when my life was a mess. The standard sometimes is chaos, I can’t stand the quietness but find solitude in it across from me. I will never be the best, but what I will be is someone who gives his all and won’t stop achieving until my final rest. Some say I’m always happy, maybe that’s true, but I know, this life is fast and time won’t stop just because I want it to.