Irreconcilable; Time After Gone
If I could keep time in a bottle
would I ever free the stop?
Could I never drink its cold nectar?
Should I lock it away and toss out the key?
The invisible infinity that we pass through
draws lines upon every countenance
summoning up the resistance to death
all must march when led away
jagged crags and peaks are slowly faded out
until sand and water remain alone
elusive, the nighthawk in the treetops
watching all with obsidian eyes
the disguise of age yet one more vice
the carpeted floor gives rise to many roots
which then mature into trees
the all-seeing wonder sees this cycle repeat.
As night flows through day,
all else fades away.
A requested ambition, unrequited in awe
the ticking millennia seem to drain
the leech-like grip of worldly love
makes time just a meaningless game
the road that is walked upon
is the only way to go
off the beaten path lay dusty ruins
and farther still; the once-and-never kings
existing only as shadows in silence
after the bright flash, all is gone
an epic inferno from whence no escape
the war-ravaged mire remains
but the passing of seasons
gives rise to new meanings
which nothing exists to pass on.
Keep time in a bottle, for we won't last forever
the effects of all are all that linger.
