Tick tock
rapping of the clock.
A cold dead sham
of another mans cog.
So lay it down
on the hangman's block.
To sick to see
how it shepherds its flock.

It holds no rime
masquerades as reason.
A facade of truth
Yet I call it treason.
It puts up the walls
to the common man's prison.
A tool to be used
for a stronger man's mission.

Time
a device of unity.
Implementing science
bordering necessity.  
Auctioned off
by the leaders of  economy.
You always work hard
but are left no time to dream.

Dreaming costs
who ever owns your time.
They look down at you
and threaten your life.
So you numb yourself  
just to make a dime.
Soon you grow cold
lost in the grind.

In youth
there is imagination.
Unhindered
not subject to discrimination.
As they grow
so to do their nations.
Furthering thoughts
yet short lived contemplation.
For as you grow old
you give your time to corporations.

The more things change
the more they stay the same.
from the dawn of man
to the information age.
More time spent
till your in your grave.
Yet time well spent
promises better days.

So dont sacrifice
your life for time.
It all stands short
in perspective eyes.
A relative thought
not a device that binds.
Spend it happily
for every day of your life.

Maybe it’s your smile
Or the way you style your hair
Maybe it's the glimmer in your eyes when you deeply stare
It might be the lightning, it might be the air
Or maybe it's that calmness you unknowingly share
I wonder if your looks may play any part
Your dark brown hair, or your deep auburn eyes
Your height, your skin, how are you so lean?
The fact that you’re dressed sharp and clean.
What can I say? That's also perfect
And a little kiss might just be worth it.
I wonder, do you think about me?
Does it cross your mind that we might be?
I hope that your good, and with that i bid goodbye
Cause if i keep this up i won't sleep all night,
You don't notice me, to you im long gone
But I'll leave you now before my heart breaks at dawn.

Every time you wake up
The moment must stop
For a second, for two
To just realize itself
That the world is nothing without you

Chronos is a cruel man
Trying to get us old
Trying to put us on the bad road

But

Not the time
Nor the world
Not the faults of mine
Nothing would stop me
From loving thee
Nothing would stop me
From trying to save the good part of me
The good part of thee
The good part of us

If you broke my arm
I'd still ask you to sign my cast,
And that is why
I must go.

I guess I've dreamt of you for as long as I could read.
So I imagine you.
Large old buildings. Chilly weather practically all year
Amazing accents. Amazing places to see and belong
Probably amazing people....
A place so written about with rich amazing history.
Please let me see you.
Let all roads lead to us
Let us happen in this life time.