Leaving me behind in the shadows of my past
Time is being lost with every tick
Like the heartbeat of the universe
The clocks are calling to us
More followers have they
As our lives are being ruled by this cruelest of masters
Truly we are prisoners of our own invention
Grasped by the aged fingers of time herself
Each wrinkle a century gone by
Each blink is a lifetime
Her hair is grey with the ages
And her robes torn with war
But still her aged heart beats away in her heaving *****
Each breath represents a birth
And each sigh a lonely death

What is this?
Is this some cruel game and I am your pawn?
Can you move me around for your own gain?
Am I some shallow follower that is yours from dusk till dawn?
How is it that you feel justified by what you do even when it causes others pain?
You treat me like I'm less than nothing
But truly it is you and not I who is the lesser of the two
I am here for more than this
But you are nothing more than a shadow being

When I'm alone I dream of days lost In the many folds of Time's robes
Who's errors have been forgot but Who's joys have been replayed
When I'm sad I think of all those Friends I lost along the way
I think of how they shaped me
And made me who I am today
And I thank them all for leaving me
And for the room they made
They have left a legacy
That I cannot trade
They have written history
As history was made

The metaphor is the most powerful weapon at a poets fingertips
Besides the pen it is what gives life and meaning to the words
It is our fingerprint
It is our double edged sword

It gouges into meaning and extracts the bare minimum
Then it coils around it like a serpent
And squeezes the life from it onto our paper
Behold! The magic of the pen

When I was lost
I would watch the sun set
And the moon rise
For it provided the comfort
I lacked

When I was lost
Crying myself to sleep
Became a necessity
To remind me that I could still feel

When I was lost
I was alone with my thoughts
They consumed me
Then they became clear

When I was lost
I found myself

When I was found
I was bombarded with love
And the comfort of the sun and moon
Were no longer needed

When I was found
Every tear I shed was wiped away
No longer a necessity
For my way of life

When I was found
My thoughts grew stale
No longer my only form of life
My thoughts empty of meaning

When I was found
I was never more lost