Our clock never learned to stop and watch.
Should we caress and embrace the horizon / Or count the stars and dream of our reunion.
Will our souls repeat this elegant ballet?
Desert's queen or jungle's king / Lives past lived sustain their sting.
A shattered butterfly...a glistening pool / Her eyes long blinded but nobody's fool.
The miles I covered in futile chase / To catch the genius of Jerry Brace.
My old eyes wet the crystal globe / Now exhuming this curs-ed Job.
They knew your heart was stone.
My soliloquy speaks silently.
Silent begging to be released
A damaged ship comes back to port.
Is your pen poison or is it a balm? The stalling to open could be my psalm.
Lying eyes foretold the future to be / I turned away to do anything but see.
Its author vexes like a speaking Sphinx / Tormenting my soul until it blinks.
My youth is far, the clock got away / Time to move, say goodbye to my Godot.
The boy's a man, the clock got away / Time to move, say goodbye to ny Godot
Shadows and light play my violin / What will cleanse ny original sin.
Days and nights come daze and confuse / Easy to blame the bathtub gin.
Plagued and cursed until coming undone / Or am I eternally Abraham's son?