Echoes of time

Abandoning dreams that once felt real, I rise each morning, Just to be on time with the dawning. The rest button never truly gives rest, Though in every situation, we strive for the best. We’re all put to the test, like trees in a storm, Bending, not breaking, as frustrations take form. The limit seems the same, but it’s never one-size, Performance rises and falls, in lows and highs. With the course of time, nothing much remains, Except for the fact we keep facing the gains and pains. It’s a battle with an edge, sometimes with wage, Like warriors, we clash in an open cage. Born with different strengths, at different hours, We can't predict the future, not even with powers. What was once unbelievable, is now what we see, The ancient could predict, today we call it fantasy. The tide of time sweeps both shine and decay, What dazzles today, tomorrow fades away. Let’s brace for the impact, the changes to come, A kingdom will crumble, whether city or slum. Gums stick but are trashed when their value is gone, Like time, everything passes, moving us on. So fulfill your purpose, like a star's fleeting gleam, For in the end, only echoes remain of the dream.