When Shall the Sun Steal Back Time- Part 2
It’s always better to move on and not forget
Why forget when you’ve been around so long
The future never shapes
It’s just some hope for the waste which is the past
I live in the moment and I’ve shown it what it means to be alive
It’s a nose dive
Another struggle that carries over into longs sighs
Plan if you want but nothing is carved into stone
Would you rather be in a group or walk alone
When you’re under the weather do you cry solitarily to feel a bit better
Does each tear shed carry away some hidden fear
Do you watch in the darkness as it nears a new beginning
Crashing and cracking on impact
Although not intact it surely did grab your attention
Are you looking to turn you name into something unmentioned
Well fear is something that’s sneaking through the halls of the mind
Seeking a crack in your pride
Creaking over the loose floor boards
Rerouting some most important chords
Kicking in some haunting sealed doors
And I’m left pacing empty floors
Lacing my fingers atop my head
My body glides into rocking as if some how led
Eyes are fixed on the clocking of time
How can we give such an irrational time some reason or rhyme
Can’t help but wonder when the clock shall chime
When will the sun reclaim the clocking of time
Can we forget about the pinching of each nickel and dime
I beckon, I welcome, I think that would be fine
All my perceptions are met with deception
Drawn out with serrated lines
Unwind the razor wire
Erect the fences a bit hire
If you desire
The sun will cast my shadow
Giving some anatomy to my ghostly figure
My words give birth to flippant thoughts
I hope they don’t leave you distraught
Simply I sought to make you see happiness
Shall not be bought
This is one of my daunting tasks
And without reckoning it will be haunting me to the breaths of last
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