Borrowed Time

Sometimes it's hard to tell how much it hurts, I remain in borrowed time. I can feel the cold of the ice that cuts me and the heat of the flame that scorches me. My armor has faded with time, but I haven't fulfilled everything I need to; I just continue in borrowed time. Simple pain won't make me stop.

In the end, I will settle my debts. They say that those who fight until the end will be judged fairly, but I don't seek forgiveness for myself; I don't know if I deserve redemption. I simply walk to fulfill what I believe, to protect those I love.

I miss embraces, a coffee sweetened by your lips, moments of silence.

I merely walk, even if I lose, I won't be defeated, not because I am strong, but because I know what I need to do. Borrowed time slips away, but I still hold onto the dream of Daedalus