Time Is Priceless

The infamous child left alone,
Hear the echo of the distant groan,
In the shadows lost in his mind,
Left to his desires, remains undefined.

From reality to fantasy,
Configuring the next stratergy,
Fearing the unknown,
Fallen into the dreaded zone.

His once outspoken voice,
Taken with no choice,
Flung into a world of silence,
In need of helpful guidance.

A year or two has passed,
And best has come to surface,
The change had been so vast,
Nomore shall he be wordless.

The future become clear,
The past sent to bed,
The present worth a jeer,
For he will not be mislead.

The sun shines down,
To fill the empty hole,
For his face shall show no frown,
Beaming straight from the soul.

Ripped from the past,
Life is far to short,
Engrave your name on life,
For time cannot be bought.