The Time For Words

The time of my end approaches
As the words of my soul have unleashed
Their meaningful worries and delights
For everybody in this living age.

I once found miseries, and more profound
Worries, after the period of doubt.
But words picked my heart with claws
As I worried less of distinction and cure.

To foresee is a look of happiness,
Finding time is happiness for all,
Yet insight is with the tongue
So the words will bite the very heart.