What if the world is ending
and our future's not for long
what if we're merely bending
what's been broken all along

How long can we be silent
to our fellow passers-by
wondering where our time went
living, dying to know why

Where oh where can love be found?
in this twisted human race
**** the West, then march Eastbound
we're no doubt nature's disgrace

And what's to say about dismay?
that somehow we've not yet gotten
money is all they take for pay
to confess our sins, forgotten

The searing flame, I've learned to tame
to appease those in fear of fire
you fool yourselves in search of fame
honesty creates the liar

And who's to blame behind the shame?
the king, or we, the lowly pawns
to us of course it's all the same
oh well, long live we kings of cons

But what if we're just lonely?
what is right becomes all wrong
what happens when "if only"
means "i've waited much too long"

Why waste my words
on those with none
oh how absurd
the fun in fun

Go three steps back
and turn around
take what you lack
put head in ground

Poke out your eyes
and try to see
past your disguise
then talk to me

Shove foot in mouth
for good this time
no time to pout
you pantomime

sorry gestures
still wasting time?
flies to pester
court jesters rhyme

You silly fool
you little clown
go back to school
keep your head down

Or dance for kings
a jokesters dance
the canary sings
of lost romance

A trickster soon
will you become
you poor buffoon
where now the fun?

Just dance and spin
look, now clearer
you harlequinn
within my mirror

I'll set you free
pathetic pawn
broken glass spree
oh wait, you're gone...

A clock to watch the time
the seconds ticktock beat
like heart in chest
or foot on street

One handed mid-night chime
morning comes before the sun
two hands to meet again
in the post-meridian

The moon, she is sublime
my clock and her share faces
but only once a month
a matched homeostasis

And the golden summer days
turn to frigid winter nights
autumn romp in leaves
spring spent flying kites

The child in us parts ways
the ticktocking beat remains
time accelerates
the moon begins to wane

The years become a haze
the months replace the days
seconds don't exist
your memory disobeys

your life is just a tick
your death is soon to talk
years, they go by quick
while we sit
and watch
the clock...

An acorn falls down from itself
change is only made in time
and near where that acorn had fell
it's dryad form doth mime

Twice in its life the acorn falls
down great halls the portraits keep
the acorns that fall infinately
members of his family tree

They sow then grow
but leave the reap
to the subtle pull
of gravity

Everything is funny
especially when it's not
sad times they are a-plenty
bad times should be forgot

emotion is a feeling
attitude's a state of mind
confuse the two
as with the shoe
a bad feelings what you'll find

difficulty is to progress
as what's easy is to none
progressing less
brings bitterness
too much takes all the fun

Everything is funny
no laughter is misplaced
living your life for money
can't buy a happy face

What's murdering the night?
the crimson curtains rise
the blackened blood seeps through
the skies of newfound blue

the panthers feign delight
lusting successful stalking
is killed by death of night
no need of morning light

the Solar hidden scene
behind a prime meridian
morsels made of smoky quartz
encased in smooth obsidian

What's murdering the night?
open floodgates pour out dreams
as everybody sleeps
the broken darkness screams

It never ends
nothing does
the day-old friends
who leave because

they'd not arrived
though never die
they're always there
within the eye

that see's all things
under the sky
it doesn't blink
though sometimes lies

of enemies
in friendly guise

Beware of change
that's found in time
for nothing can
remain sublime

though nothing ends
as change suggests
only supplies
your mind a test

to remember not
what seldem is
soon forgot

like birds set free
that fleeting thought
of what cannot be