Every day starts in the same way and delay of hopes and dreams as they fall into decay. Time is a thief praying on the weak. I’ve been trying to smash this hour glass to find more time that I seek. To play this game, I must feel the same. Need patience, trust, and plenty of fuel to keep lit this burning flame. Where’s my patience, trust, and fuel to keep lit this burning flame? Every day starts the same way, in delay, of hopes and dreams falling into decay. Oh, time is a thief praying on the weak. I’ve been trying to smash this hour glass to find more time that I seek. But my hands, they just won’t do… not strong enough as a tool. And, the glass is just too strong. So, once again… so, once again, I’m proven wrong. I’m wrong.
