Time

Waiting since forever to complete the quest.
The clock ticks harder in reminder of when to get there.
The light has stop to glow in our paths, society calls us bunch of losers.
What they do not understand is the agony we put in drilling.
The constant time we had to fight the beast of season.
The dark night we entered the forest of thorns with bells on our necks waking the demons up.
How we bend to overcome they wouldn't hear.
They say look, the time is up so get out of here.
But they don't know who we are ....
So we tell them .... No... we are taking our *TIME*

We would no longer try to impress those who want us there, did they see us cry every night they never was there?..

The spirit we share isn't a soul that is near, we hold on as we walk with time, hoping it would get us there.

We would take a chill with life for everything that didnt work out fine.
Afterall *TIME* says
Take
In
Massive
Experience.

#so don't hurry little .

The focus our hearts longs seek.
Our mind charges for presence of success.
Our desire to get there, but we are.... 

Entangled in chains of time.
Cursed by the words of societial lips.
The wishes of the witches *that we do not succeed*
The world beneath that we do not reach our dreams.
Here we are, struggling and drilling.
Hustling legit.... the sun would shine while grace and mercy take charge.. 
Soon it would be *Time* to say the struggle is over.

We would then share the stories as tales.