I can feel...

I can feel myself getting smaller,
getting older,
getting lonelier,
getting stronger,
Could it be that my weakness is also my strength?
There is so much I'd like to say,
So much time to say it,
But time is wistful,
Right when we think there is an endless amount,
Procrastination takes its toll,
Now there is a hole,
Full of unanswered questions and what could've beens,
There is lots of things I wish I did,
Now it's too late and I am gonna have to cope,
You know what? I am ok with that cause I still got hope.