When Is This Time Poem by ELVIS LIME

Every morning l will wake up
And l will wonder when is this time
Time to fly away, faraway
To this point my eyes will close
And l will imagine of this new life away from myself
And my deepest unspoken prayer will come to me
I will listen to my golden dream deep down my soul
And with so much promise l will feel
Each new morning giving birth to a new dream
A dream that l dream during the night
And wake up to live a nightmare during the day
The day that l passionately submit myself to work
Hoping for this new different day to come
A day that seems so near yet not reaching
A sharp pain will always be shooting at my heart
As much as am pushing for heavens
The anchor hell is still within me
There is too much pressure and am burnt out
Am loosing everybody and if not everything
Am letting go even what is supposed to be mine
And each day with its new pain
As my golden dream slide away
Yet l have given so much, to receive nothing
As others give nothing to receive much
As my days draw to an end
I will always arrive at my door
And on my bed l will lay
Letting my sadness give me hope for a better tomorrow
Strongly giving up if that will give me another opportunity tomorrow
And my eyes will close
For sleep to ease up this hard feeling inside my heart
When is this time?