Counting the minutes while waiting for hours.
On the days that turned into weeks then bloomed the flowers.
Nesting the months till I hit the floor.
Carefully listened till my senses were sore.
Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase.
Not missing my resources when I get lost in the maze.
Then glory comes over and gives the spoils.
Remembering to be carefull and fateful or it will be foiled.
In a few years or later when I get to climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everbody cared.
'Xcuse me now, I've got to go, my day is done so see you again tomorrow.

There was once a man named ace.
Elusive dreamer who once held a mace.
Long time ago a rabbit he chased.
Escaped into the meadow without a trace.
People laughed about his loss.
Extending the rumor to miles accross.
Reaching far beyond the border.
Finally the gossip reached his brother.
Only to find out that the rabbit was a dazzling lass.
Rejecting him for a valid reason that he didnt pass.
Many years later he got married.
Adored by a beauty that once made him worried.
Now he is a happy father.
Carefully raising seven sons and a daughter.
Embracing his wife while she makes him a sweater.

Will he ever get a chance to take hold of freedom.
And shall his crimes ever take him to a higher wisdom.
Not so long ago he killed a famous leader.
Though he was just paid to get it done and over.
Engaged him with a riffle and looked through the scope.
Delivered the bullet into his head and escaped down the *****.

I was blamed for a crime I didnt do.
Nobody believed me even when what I say is true.
Not a soul even seemed to care.
On my own I stood for my right as they stare.
Crowded were the cells when they took me to prison.
Excluded from the free world and for no good reason.
Nobody listened to my plea when I spoke for my defense.
That I was framed and accused wrongly but to them it made no sense.

One day I will make my decision.
Pick my choice with precision.
To place my heart in the right direction.
In focus and no delusion.
On a straight path to meet perfection.
Negotiating only with my emotion.
Some day it will take me to my ascension.

Returning from a long fought battle was a soldier.
Over fifteen years ago he was just a boy and less bolder.
Years before the carnage he eagerly trained.
Admired by many due to his skills on the blade though stained.
Legions were then under his command.

Conquered the seas and heavens and the farthest land.
Rejoiced by his people upon his arrival.
On that day he was a famous general.
Walls were painted and statues were made.
Now maximus the soldier rest under the grave.

My insanity started to play tricks in my head.
I get hallucinations like facing the dead.
Countless hours of trying not to mind it.
Helpless and restless I tried to fight it.
Acting as if nothing was going wrong.
Escaping a realm I once thought to belong.
Looking now to what I have become.

Jarred in a mentality where my senses got numb.
Out of the shadows I tried to go.
Noticing the changes that the world has to show.
Embracing the light that I just came to know.
So I did my life over and continued to flow.