Swept out by the undercurrent of time
Rocks beneath - not so gentle reminder
Stopping to feel for the moment - he dies
Swirling credits of memory surrender
Adulthood the dream - afforded the young
Whose play's grown tired and the wind has strewn
Subject the tragedy - story that's done
Years beyond time all too often run through
Quick to the heart the war stories run past
Summon the hunger - insatiable thirst
All of the angels in line for the cask
Watch over abyss - expecting the worst
Holds hands to his head while counting the dead
Gone is the dream while still lying in bed
2 comments:
i'm fond of the first lines...
Interesting momentum - as though life is speeding by.
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