A Glimpse

When I am over
And my time is out,
I begin to see
What I was not.

There was a time then,
A time when things where clear.
Now all is new,
And things have changes.

Though time ought to change
Things for the go0d,
Some have indeed gone,
Only for the worse.

No one here can feel
What I feel,
For it is too deep to understand
And very tiring it is.

Many days go by
Without a single tear,
When all of a sudden
All is a blur….. till the times’ end.