Philosopher's Pen

To remain alive for as long as possible To leave something behind 

To judge me you are right this time Lately I have judged my self each time the clock would chime I have been lost to my desire I never thought I would be trapped in between the fear and fire Burning in my heart Burning so much that it would hurt But more I want To hold back I can't I am trapped between being filial and fair  A moment I should not let pass like lung would air It is tied deep down like a blessed curse But a fragile heart is all a man has Test of faith I may not pass So fear not judging me I am lost, I too can see Fear not I am but a man