I can already see the wrinkles on my hands,
Feel the passage of time and, too, the weight of years,
Even though I am young I can hear the white sands
Fall through the hourglass, I have so many fears.
My life has come to this day, this precise moment
Without much pain, hardships or even excitement,
I live along the banks of this quiet river
Floating quite aimlessly towards my last shiver.
I may be wrong or right, I may be saved or lost,
For once I wish to live life whatever the cost,
Holy angels may weep and dark devils may dance
But I will never change that which is now my stance.
In lightning or in rain, when shall we meet again?
My whole soul I shall strain, nevermind searing pain,
For even a single small opportunity
To meet my heart’s desire: gain my humanity.