[!«╬Ĵamil Malik╬«!]

Ascent
Is it in your sight?
The time of flight

Is it here or is it there?
Near, far and oh where?

None has claim to be sure,
nor even a professed cure.

Time and place undefined.
How too is unrefined.

The freight train at a clip.
Fast approaching to the snip.

Naught shall stand in its way,
or the appointed day.

Takes with it all the debt.
Leaves a trail of eyes wet.

None to stay an none to run.
Lump of earth when its done.

None may say its ever late.
Yet are those, which cannot wait.