Time to trade in
Old Father Tyme
For a concept
Of consistence

Ultimate resolutions begin
In desolate institutions
They rest in their pods
Comfortably numb
With contentment
For their mission
Is now accomplished
Voluntarily, they line up
Into echelons of space
Giving themselves back
To an entrance
That coughed them out

The curtain has closed
And a chapter has ended
Yet their presence
Still echoes on

It seems I’m lost in what I’ve found
But too tired to get myself through
This tunnel known as time
Even against my will
Go through, I must

No need for dark cemeteries
In that hardened mind of yours
For I’ll meet you on the estuary
Very soon, bright and blue

So be still, like the river ahead
But run deep from troubles
When they call your name
With fervent enthusiasm
Like the burning sunset
Which we all yearn to meet
Subconsciously

So be free, like a bee to be
And fly high from sorrow
When they curse your name
Until we meet on the estuary
Very soon, bright and blue

We exchange pleasantries
Beneath a heaven above us
Each word, softer than before
Laying underneath sheets
Made of stars and dreams
As eyes fade to dust
Into dreams of sage
With ideas that connect
A feeling once forgotten
Gratitude imbued
With hands held
Remembering lives
We’ve lived together
Before the twilight
That surrounds us

Hello?
Are you still there?
Moonlight colored sheets adorn
The fuzzy state I reside
Between lines and prospects
Tunnel vision takes us down
As we loom through doom
But fear not!
My darling
For there is light
At the end of our tunnel
A matrimony of harmony
And a will of steel
Our vows raise from poppies
Reflecting beams in our eyes
Though, I may not be there
But hand in hand
I shall say
Our love is destined
To never die

We will see to it
We will

All the words
And all the worlds
Add up to you

All the lies
And rock-a-byes
Rock a world
Then rule the world

I won't let you this time
I will let you down
To the grave
For your own sake