There are days I wish
My feet could firmly plant into the grounds of time
And furnish roots into its fertile soil of blessings eternally mine
And close my eyes and will away its current and its tide
That propels my physical body forward while my soul stays rooted inside
Closing the mind, turning it to stone
While basking in an abyss of yesteryears and days forgone
Until the day you open your eyes and see the blinding truth
There’s no winning time for it will always rob your youth
You may have fooled yourself briefly resisting time’s wordly charms
But immortalizing moments past will only do you harm
For when you awake from your stupor filled slumber
You will awake to days outnumbered
But by then it’s too late
Are you ready to step out on to your plank of fate?
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
There are days I wish
My feet could firmly plant into the grounds of time
And furnish roots into its fertile soil of blessings eternally mine
And close my eyes and will away its current and its tide
That propels my physical body forward while my soul stays rooted inside
Closing the mind, turning it to stone
While basking in an abyss of yesteryears and days forgone
Until the day you open your eyes and see the blinding truth
There’s no winning time for it will always rob your youth
You may have fooled yourself briefly resisting time’s wordly charms
But immortalizing moments past will only do you harm
For when you awake from your stupor filled slumber
You will awake to days outnumbered
But by then it’s too late
Are you ready to step out on to your plank of fate?