Olden Times: Ending

To get my happiness, I had done everything…

but had done nothing to be blamed and accused of.

The sound of footsteps became louder every day.

Then I noticed the fact there was no time.

I was a believer in life, to be myself always.

And was asking whether I would be alive.

Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way.

Or judge me to be guilt of so many incurable sins.

Tell me why or why not? Complaining way too much.

Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.