Disengaged Minds

On the contrary my friends, You are all wrong, My time is not nearly gone, Reminiscent of the setting Sun, A stasis before the new dawn That fears the forbidden fruit From the vine of early youth! As if in a cloudy hour, The afternoon came too soon Before the morning had been done, Time began blinking in and out Of relevance and cognizance To burn with consciousness! What the world does not offer, Restraints- will not give, It can only be implemented From within And if borrowing time Is really a crime,, Then, invention be the wealth Of disengaged minds While success gained Through hard work and sacrifice Belongs to the wise men on Earth…