Gaze On the Clock

What awaits in the future for me?
As my life dwindles pathetically away
The looking glass cloudy therefore I cannot see
Beaming in another everlong day
Weeping as a willow would be
Unscathed by the ferocity of seasons
Paying generously life's delicate fee
Seeking malevolent fate without reasons
The precedent of time should not anchor, or lock
It should be why were living so well
Dont go through life with a gaze in the clock
Only time itself will tell