The story of Today that kissed yesterday,
But soon forgot about it tomorrow
Father Time being around the corner,
Was stealing time off the Grandfather clock
Without anymore hours left to borrow

And as the tides of time
Were constantly pulling and pushing
Before and After were dancing in distant silhouettes;
Constantly moving...

I learned a lonely second is a low as feeling alone
An author of writing out all the tiny beautiful moments,
We seem not to have any control or authority
As we are all bound by Time's law

Where should I go?
Why do I go?
if compassion is found in this land.

Is it my eyes or
some of you are actually white
wearing some wig
hiding that gore
the lil seven sisters
committing when alone.

Fabricated lives, customized self
wearing lies straight from Ralph
this isn't the shadow casted on your soul
it's the tailored tainted core
mirroring multiple images
like trail R in a store.

So afraid showing chromatic phase
undergoing perfectly placed transparent planes
shredding skin, playing games
back stabbing *****, sparking flames
loyal ain't, changing clubs
filling ears as if making it rub.

Zoning out, lost in dreams
ogling outta window
nightmarish realm with withered willow
deformed denizens roamed the streets.

Bird's eye view, looking down on mortals
hero's hardship going full throttle
superiority's on peak, enjoying the what ifs
salivating fool, THE CREATOR, ruling his fief.

my word's law, carved in stone
water to wine, raining glitter gold
snapped back to reality as bell rang
same world same place life went boomerang.

Now-a-days, inner peace in pieces
case study in psychological thesis
unconsciousness rather than sleep
dreams all black , nothingness so deep

Wave after wave we rode the highs,
Steadying our footing before the next rise,
It all crashes into laughter and the salty foam,
Time flew by as the clouds framed the setting sun,
Lighting our path as the time came to head back home.

I lived in the fleeting moments loving the rush of being alive,
Forgetting about the dark night that lay over the horizon,
As we crossed the threshold back into our abode,
The interlude ended as the last light receded from the windows,
Leaving me in unattended in the murk of my thoughts.

Unequipped for the blackness that glared at me,
I searched for a glimmer of a forgotten dream,
There was once a fire that shone bright my hopes & ambitions,
Not even embers remain that I may stoke a new flame,
Aimlessly I move through the motions of the daily mundane.

Slowly collapsing under the unbearable weight,
Wishing that I could find meaning in life,
Or give up altogether and end it tonight,
"Why am I even here?" Echoes back at me from the dark,
I fear there is nothing else left for me here.