Time moves, won't stop for me; like
butterflies, it scans the particles of
the air, my existence in corporal form.
I shiver.
How long before the inevitable?

The test of my worth, how much can
I give and leave behind. I hide from
the truth, yet my gifts are the truth.

I will not shirk my duty. I will believe,
I will give my all, fight for my dreams,
no matter they be unfulfilled.
And yet….
Are not these very words dreams fulfilled?

-- Paula Freda