Jaundiced eyes of time itself
look upon this man
his deck of life laid out for him
reveals a folding hand
His healed scars, his opened wounds,
His neverending plans
Misfortune's man, alone again
But now he takes a stand....
Time's lurking 'round the corner
and hiding in the streets
Clocks are ticking everywhere
Every living heart still beats
Foggy roads and dirty fields
Cliffs of stone and broken bones
Time burrows into it all
And this he realized
All his dreams have become dust
Now it's time for real life
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