Time.

I slept under the roof of a king,yet woke up a slave,What is life without wealth.
My thought clashes with joy,oh! Fiction time,how pleasant is pain.

The preciousity in my past,been amaze at the present,with fears of what the future thinks.
Still dancin to the pleasant melodise of grief with wild wishes,as time steals away each atom of me.

Just like the clock ticks leaving me by,
likewise the world rotates without saying goodbye.
Whats then my dids of yesterday,to show forth today.

While waiting for my dooms day,
the hastiness of time scared my heart,with the future been place like a chart.