The Edge of Time
Time slips through unclenched fingers
Words fall through cracks in idle minds
Fear flows out through false ambition
Occurrences once more of malformed kinds
Will you slide unto the depths
Of unclear lunacy?
And when you close your eyes
What do you see?
Breaths slide silently through pursed lips
Sounds fly quietly through untuned ears
Pain curses desperately in closed minds
There’s nothing at all to fear, except for fears
Are you present in the depths
Of untamed lunacy?
And when you close your eyes
What do you see?
Can thoughts of lost tomorrows haunt us still
Can fears of pain and suffering freeze our mind
Will these things help us live months later
Or slip the windswept edge of time
Have we fallen unto the depths
Of unthought lunacy?
And when we close our eyes
What do we see?
