Realisation

Step by step I reached to the skies
I touched them but I was tied
the presence of mine was
dream of my past

But look at me Standing there
Don't know outcome from where
Passed through though a hell
still not pondering on my deeds

Sins of my bloody hands
Which I cannot wash them away
written as a fate of my splitted mind
the nature is not more kind

And I realised "the time pass my hand which
I had dreamed ones
Is now my present
but because of my deeds of past
I can not cherish the present ."