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.