Not yet! So much to do, so much to see
be patient with your task and give me time
to dream again as dreams feed the soul
that you willingly take, so hear my plea
for another moment that I can call mine
like the many I had and life cruelly stole.
And as paper leaves mockingly fall
I ask for one more among all the years
that left such scars beneath all the chains,
to find just one instance either big or small
that’ll restore my faith and remove my fears
and then, come back and take what remains.