Worry

The hurried rustle pushes us forward
What dawn has yet to bring, mind sets
Even tattered thin papers weigh down the scales
The present darkened, as the future blinds

While the carelessness of small digits can never be replaced
A slowed down stream burns, sets the moment
The tomorrow's winds will test our rigs true
Today's script lies though, still yet unwritten

Doubt

Raining down upon us like hailstones sharp
Fear of mirror's shards the memories imprinted in time
To not know the future, but sulk on the suggested obvious yet again
A successful failure your only goal in blinded, lazy sight
Countless reasons help construct the sieged walls as before
Yet these same words have struck the passages towards the keep
Not one of ask nothing left, but the glasses always higher in the horizon's end
For surely the worse has been written before our books dried their black ink,
Your same kind drowned in the sunken sands alone and humanly hopeless

Apathy

Smiling as you watch the house burn down from the inside
Countless sheep tamed more than nature would intend
Thoughts swayed by the constant flickering of lights
Your small radius controlled, comfortably enough

A stomach fully processed while the others hollow
A soul judged not by worth, but the money in their sands
Decisions waisted as time dances on in pure spite of all who stand
For the knowingly guilty cannot claim ignorance when all is shown before

Simplier Times

The lines of time crossed and tangled as they extend
Memories lose ground as the horizon steadily approaches
Our unstoppable backlog grows greater each passing day
But sands of life, not time should be measured in sunlight

Each of us innocent as the stork glides us forward
Still most just satisfied with what is presented before us
But forgotten are the simple treasures buried in these same sands
For time is ever persistent and forgets not what the truth can tell

Old Friends

There is nothing quite like a name to prickle the brain
Of all the times past and how we've carved our tomorrow

The mind certainly tends to work in mysterious ways
Hiding back these memories just under the skin

We daydream of days past that are forever etched in granite
Yet persist in the shadows just out of site, but never of mind

A younger time full of the glory of pure ignorance
When all was simpler and without any regret or true consequence

Endless thoughts flood back to us with just a name
To forget is purely human, but to remember

That can be truly divine...