My journey to ilahi

The past is a black hole

The deep sea I dropped my gold into

I will never get it back

The writer said

I am older

Thus 

I must act wiser

With more patience 

But I do not 

The writer said

My age is my judge

Then I refute;

What about the other old ones? 

Silence 

The silence is not my alibi

It answers back,

"Your dreams, your knowledge"

"Your invested time"

I answer back

"My impatience"

How do I build it? 

The answer;

2014:

Google