Cenotaph


Time
Bring me back to the shores of life
And let me feel the waves of your ocean
Come cover me with cloth of dust

For my heart has grown old
and all memories have turned into myth
And my spirit is but a treacherous smile
fading in the depths of a sigh

A boy once forever in search of relief
Amongst the steady shifting of hands
And where fathers and mothers abound
Intentions wage war with the damage done

Time
Keeps turning the hourglass
Until the desert sand of my heart is poured out
By the pound

Some boys keep on running
like grains of sand
through the hour glass
From the top above into the abyss below
into the souls of old men's "why"

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