What is time,
But the linear reality of yours against mine,
Hopeless belief in every seconds tick,
Clear as a window but solid as a brick
Each ones own future docked by eventuality
Sensing the past and it’s ultimate fatality,
Where we rise again from faded dreams
Transending into the clouded comfort of what holds most.
Understanding the earth and universe both
Time will spawn again when life’s clock battery is afloat
Years from now when the wind is thick and our bones our dust
Dreams live on through our uniqueness,
Pushing us beyond our limited mental kusp