Inspired by Time by Hans Zimmer

slogging through the snow
weighed under
the weight of all i know
baggage on my back
in desperate need
of anything but facts
and there she stands
the wind whistling through her hair
and the fingers of her outstretched hands
her face is flushed
but her legs are pale
i must
work harder
work faster
she'll catch cold
in that billowing
pink sundress
unless i run fast
and grab her fully
in my strong embrace
and kiss her sweetly
spreading my warmth
to her numb face
but these bags
won't let me act
or else not fast enough
she collapses
landing rough
on her delicate knees
i can tell
that she needs me
so i cast aside
all on my back
the suitcases
the backpacks
and dufflebags
pounds and pounds
leave my shoulders
and drop
to the white ground
with a quiet, crunchy thump
her face is falling
im growing frantic
taking off everything and anything
that might slow me down
it seems as though the snow is getting deeper
the closer i get to her
she's still falling
as if in slow motion
long curly hair
swirling behind her
like one million crescent moons
im leaping snow drifts now
but i will get to her soon
her face slaps
the ground
and the cry of one billion snowflakes
echos magnified in my ear
i reach her
and turn her over
and see a face
blue and quiet
with frozen tears
stopped halfway down her cheek
and suddenly
mine are flowing free
if only...
if only i had dropped everything sooner
i thought
as this living man
cradled someone
who was not

And there's the moon
O romantic moon
You who used to
Whisper passion
In lovers' ears
In ages past
And helped cupid's
Honey dipped arrow
Eradicate sorrow
With his ultimate aim
One kiss beneath your pale face
And I was never the same

all lives are
double lives
triple lives
and no one
is the same one
more then once a day
we all have more faces
then we know what to do with
which is why
people who say
"i can't act"
are liars
if accidentally so
from the second we enter the world
and realize we want something
we've been willing to act for it
a baby doesn't love it's mother
it loves her ***
but act long enough
and it all becomes real

so be careful how many faces you have
too many
can drive a man mad
when one day you look inside
and try to find yourself
yell loud
but truth is lost among the crowd

a drop of water
only has but so long
before gravity
splits it asunder
tugging one
from another
new drop
dripping into a splash
crashing with a plop
and it goes
over
and again