Each year ticks by
There is no longer the time to dream
Only to do
The world will ask you why?
It feeds on your doubts and desires
cutting away all inner insincerity
Until one pure path remains
You must go down it
because if you stray or stop
you deny your destiny
These things are better left unsaid
So that living becomes the lesson
And Why?
is never a question
that enters your head.