The opponent

It’s a fight of survival.
It’s a continuum race against him.
Nonetheless, I won’t let it slip through my fingers like sand.

He is a warrior, but I’m no less.
I will fight till the end, because I would rather be ashes than dust.

I know, he will outrun and I will cease.
As a Prize, he will take my life, which was on lease.
But I will wage a war, to live the life of my dreams.

When, I am at the death’s door,
He, alone, can cure my kin.

For he is the Time, that heals the pain.