Late ?
Late ?
Hey you,
Who's the one at your side
Other than the ghost of time ?
Your faithful fellow,
Yet your cruel reminder. .
As he masters your pace
whilst you innocently walk
In your search for a leading path.
.
So there you boldly go,
Into those foreign lands,
Carrying nothing more with you
But this sheer ignorance
about your merciless companion
that whispers only one phrase:
"You are not meant to defeat me."
as he encompasses your feet,
deeper into the Mist.
Do not ever fool yourself
By awaiting such a twin soul,
As you will end your days,
Just hearing the ticks of the clock
That loudly laughs at you.
Thruth is, you wanderer:
We humans are naturally crafted
To live in close harmony...
As we all start and end our days
In the very same place,
Being our periodical visits
To this material world
Nothing more than the transit
towards the light
Wich cannot be reached
Until the last day
Of all our lifes is over
Shall we dig deeper into this:
You rather explore every other's soul
In a humble and delicate dance
Better than shortcut thru it
In a superfluous, profane rush,
That will end misleading your way,
As You are precious, yes,
But so is each and everyone else.