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I watch the days crawl by me as if time itself where nothing but a myth.
But, I accept the truth of time because I see my friends slowly wither and die.
As I watch them become old I sit in my youth and ponder how I should react to all of this, knowing the outcome to never become reality.
But, when time strikes at me I see why they all give in a set themselves up for the end, yet I cannoot accept such a thing I must find a way to become what no one can.
I have tried and strived for this goal, yet what a goal it is, this task I have brought unto myself is almost unbearable.
But, I sit here knowing that in the beginning I never thought of truely reaching this goal, fo in my heart I know I will to wither and die.