Bittersweet, The Song of Time

When writers on the block is going nonstop

And the dwelling of matter pulls gravity faster

The verse of time is nothing but a clock

When the brain goes numb, and the verse becomes

The words don’t quite come undone

The future is the past and the ears don’t see

That gravity within us is reality

When the pressure holds me down

And we can’t uninvent the wheel

I look for another way to hold my ground still

When dimensions hold beauty

And the ghost you see in me begins to warp

I pray safe keeping

To mess with thunder is to mess with flame

And you can’t go back and see it again