In the blink of an eye,
The world can cease.
Woe to you,
As you hear the people cry.
Wishing heaven,
And inviting hell,
What remains,
As we lift the veil?
Broken and ashamed,
Of who we are,
Lower your sleeve,
To cover that scar.
What we are,
Is not who we'll be.
Finding a purpose,
In lifting the frail,
Who can we be?
Tomorrow will tell.

Synchronicity,
falling together,
such duplicity,
leading each other.
For when,
do we understand,
where our heart-strings begin,
under the rhythm of life perhaps?
How far shall we take this mindless game,
until we feel the world collapse?
Systematically,
we await others,
to give us an analogy,
to the greatest of all the wonders.
We feast upon pride,
boasting,
of our accomplishments worldwide.
Let us live for tomorrow,
and not seeing each other,
as a mere puppet show.
Mortality is in play,
there is a piece in all of us,
that wishes to break away,
instead of bringing,
total and complete,
dismay.

Time flies,
As an eagle soaring through the sky,
Take your wings,
And learn to fly.
Life is too short,
To not follow your dreams,
Walk with me,
As we wade through these streams,
On the pillars of eternity,
Look to the great wonders,
And find serenity.