I count the days like scattered dust,
Each one a dream that turned to rust.
The clock hands bled in silent grace,
While I stood still, and life kept pace.

I gave my all to empty skies,
To hollow love, to sweeter lies.
The mirror showed a younger face—
But now, regret has claimed its place.

Friends grew wings and flew from me,
While I stayed chained to who I’d be.
Promises that never came,
Lit my world, then died like flame.

I held on tight to fading things,
To broken hopes and clipped-off wings.
Waiting for a change, a spark—
But all I found was growing dark.

The years went by, I watched them go,
With nothing real to ever show.
No legacy, no love, no song—
Just aching proof I don’t belong.

And now I sit in shadow’s chill,
A heart once loud, now barely still.
All that I dreamed, I never tasted