Finding my past without a flashlight
I'd turn back to see, forgetting it not that bright
Stumbling, my feet had lost sight
Not a single cornerstone, have I lost this fight?

If bravery was a person I'll seek for his advice
Traveling the world looking for him like a dog searching for his lice
Breathing the ocean, drinking the sky may sound like metaphors
But I'll do all that just for what I care for

The clock moves with such speed without looking back
My past aces so much I'd want to escape it with an ark
Stopping time and keeping the clock as a prisoner may allow me to rectify my mistakes in the past