Like fluid, time flows, from mine to yours
Oblivious to the wrinkles being caused, it dips into the vault of memories and wreaks havoc
Steals the precious ones, to show off in the museum for Gods to goad
Fodder for the soul, ticking time bomb reaches the doorstep and bam
You’re on your way to hell.
Your time stopped and mine began, a lone treck, up the hill, by the cascading waters of immortality?
Laughing out loud, no.
It was a desert, made of shattered dreams and hopes, with no shadows and plentiful Sun
And I was asked to be thankful for the bountiful harvest
Of poison, pain and purposeless existence
In time, I learn, I sow the seeds, to reunite and sync across space and time
Link in turn to hope for release, for a life cycle to end and another begins
I’ve stopped making sense years ago, so if you find your Muse in this tirade, find me again and I’ll let you
For God is my witness that I’ll wait for you, until the sand runs out of the broken hourglass and I flow with the wind, like dust
Meaningless and unnecessary.