Post by cry,crayola. on Aug 12, 2007 17:36:23 GMT -8
come hither
and pass the lonley hours
as the grains slip from time's withered hands.
withered from waiting. and from wanting.
the tantalizing moments wasted at a notice.
with the tick-tock of the mocking clock
in annoyance, it reminds.
so, friend, come hither
and show it's eyes so weak
something worthwhile in time's immortal death.
straining and searching for something real.
the corrupt deception fooling even greatness.
with it's orderly preciceness serving a fake purpose.
for time, my dears, is fake.
still, let us enjoy this fallacy
and continue till we grow old
as we cease this mockery of time.
and pass the lonley hours
as the grains slip from time's withered hands.
withered from waiting. and from wanting.
the tantalizing moments wasted at a notice.
with the tick-tock of the mocking clock
in annoyance, it reminds.
so, friend, come hither
and show it's eyes so weak
something worthwhile in time's immortal death.
straining and searching for something real.
the corrupt deception fooling even greatness.
with it's orderly preciceness serving a fake purpose.
for time, my dears, is fake.
still, let us enjoy this fallacy
and continue till we grow old
as we cease this mockery of time.
