Making Up for Lost Time

I’m making up for lost time.
The clock was never mine to climb.
You cannot choose what fate will bring,
but you can choose how you will sing.

Hurdles rise, wrecking balls swing,
shadows cast from everything.
Walls collapse, the echoes call -
stand tall, even if you fall.

You might break, you might bleed,
but your courage plants the seed.
Martyr in the storm’s embrace,
still, you choose to face the chase.

Swept within a river wide,
I fight the pull, I fight the tide.
The world whispers, trust the stream -
yet knives cut deeper than they seem.

Don’t believe what your eyes receive,
illusions trick, they make you grieve.
A veil, a matrix wrapped in fog,
you’ll miss it all as a loyal dog.

Question deeper, probe the night,
truth reveals in piercing light.
It wounds, it burns, it tests your breath,
yet frees your soul from living death.

Find your truth, then hold it near,
face the world without the fear.
For when your voice speaks openly,
your soul stands crowned - in integrity.

I came alone. I’ll die alone.
Yet in my marrow, I’ve grown my own.
The pushover, the silent one,
she’s risen fierce, her war’s begun.

No longer shackled, no longer late,
she carves her path, she shapes her fate.
I’m making up for lost time -
and this time, the time is mine.