Time: A Waste.

Time detains me now,

Holds back the staggering trammels of ability,

And crushes the untimely ambition to nothingness.

Hands tied, face red—

Hot at how time was wasted.

I laugh in embarrassment;

Ten fingers conceal the face—

Concealing reality.

Regrets and regrets

That can never be reformed—

Wrongs that cannot be undone.

All the way I sailed in a pond;

When I saw the big sea,

I sailed to the tidal waves—

But I don’t have an identity here,

The ships don’t recognize me.

Time shall flow by smoothly,

And shall whet the wounds of regret.

It’s better late than never.