For the crimes I have commited,
I shall be punished.
For the good deeds done,
I shall remain unnoticed.

Clinging to the remaining time,
Gathering all that is left,
For the essence of life is volatile,
Keep close what is dear to you.

I dream a thousand different dreams,
Each night, a different story,
Marvelous scenarios, one after the other,
Only to wake up to the cold reality.

Riding on the bells,
It tolls high, waves crashing,
Ensnared by the thought of death,
Kicking back, hoping to survive.