Time goes by,
And life follows behind,
It began with a glance,
That breathed silence,
Like a fiend lurking in the night,
As a lion stalks its prey, it remained patient
To space a place, any place with space,
To fill memories that cannot be erased,
Yet they escape, with little to no trace
If that is the case, what more can he face,
When clarity befriends obscurity,
A paradox laid fourth, like a destined path,
A path of present, today and future tomorrow,
Before the fall of May he might follow,
The trail back to the truth he cannot swallow,
That he is just a man with darkness as a fellow,
And the light as his number two in the row,
To face the world just to say Hello.