Oblivious to time  
wasted my prime      
I did a crime          
of wasting time

The urge of something new
craves in me
like the claws of a hawk
deep into the skin of its prey.

The grudge you hold
is eating you whole
For you don't see
your soul seems
like a festering sore.

Intangible is the vision I've held close and clear
The strength behind my every morning rise

Incredible was the ride that brought me back here
Past decisions that may lead to future's demise

Irreversible is the garb I've worn soaked with many a tear
Fits me ill; but still I wear with swollen eyes

Immeasurable are the hopes that nowadays meander and veer
Still believe even though they sang only of lies...