Thursday, August 25, 2022

Time

Into a tunnel of passing hours, we are born into the great fire
We turn the pages of time, alone without an anthem or choir
Our choices are made, our life is lived, we can't dream aloud
My flesh decays, and now my body is gray, cold in the ground
The sands no longer pour through the glass, no more hours
As we look into the sky, existence calls, our choices tower
Eternity captured in our gaze, forever can be seen