Since then

Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there seems to be lingering thought,
If only I could pick a parched leaf,
And quench its thirst and turn it over,
Into a seed of a better tomorrow,
And the tiniest speck of dust,
Would be washed away,
Into the ground beneath and,
Hold the roots, of the fledging seed.
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there seems a lingering weight,
Of things done and not,of the summers gone by and winters remembered,
Of the blossoms forgotten and rust remained,
The words held and spoken,
Wishing for direction, seen and followed,
Blind to hope and embracing nothing.
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there it seems to be lingering,
And end that could have been better.