When it stops and all
is still
when the clocks cease
ticking
I'm sure it will
be time.
in the nature of evolution
we rise and we fall
each to its own hour
rallying to the call
of progress.
Occasionally
there's a hiatus
a wake up and wait for us
to catch up
and
we patch up the cracks in the
stars up above
lay down our lives for the ones
that we love
and deem it worthwhile that
we tarried awhile.
I have through the darkness
seen oceans of light
though the
pinpricks of night stabbed my eyes.
But these reminders
often behind us
are the patina of life
and on these billboards,
hoarded,
misers advertise
commiserating
telling lies
and all would seem stars
in my eyes
if I didn't see it
wasn't so.
If it be will
if it is so
and...
...and I shall still
miss it all.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
When it stops and all
is still
when the clocks cease
ticking
I'm sure it will
be time.
in the nature of evolution
we rise and we fall
each to its own hour
rallying to the call
of progress.
Occasionally
there's a hiatus
a wake up and wait for us
to catch up
and
we patch up the cracks in the
stars up above
lay down our lives for the ones
that we love
and deem it worthwhile that
we tarried awhile.
I have through the darkness
seen oceans of light
though the
pinpricks of night stabbed my eyes.
But these reminders
often behind us
are the patina of life
and on these billboards,
hoarded,
misers advertise
commiserating
telling lies
and all would seem stars
in my eyes
if I didn't see it
wasn't so.
If it be will
if it is so
and...
...and I shall still
miss it all.
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