...if you will

Brown fringed minutes
Slip through my fingers
Faster than I try
To hold on to them.
Already,
I am a minute closer to the end.
Devastatingly red
Fire of my unrealized dreams
Is, I think,
Being fossilized
Without any preserving balm
Inchingly close to rot
Of futures I so longed to see.
Ensnared in my blind faith
In You, I trod
On, leaving behind skidmarks
Of unmet prayers, wishes and expectations
Because
Yes, because,
I want them all - everything
But only if You will it too.