Time

Snow falling, warmth of shelter sought
Landing on the mountaintop of far distance thoughts
Why must one sparkle in time, and for others, not
Stories of the past long forgot
Such a grand illusion we call life
In all its madness, glory, its daily strife

Rest only comes when eyes are permanently closed
Eyes open, greeted by systematic stinging blows
Sinking, yet swimming against the tidal wave
My heart, mind, body and soul, I have earthy paved
In life, our existence to be here has no choice
Yet, we must all mount and ride that pale white horse
The Grim Reaper waits for his chance
Never loved, or rain danced
No more time as life passes by
Our footsteps, rather wrong or right, is our spiritual guide

Time does flies when we’re having fun
Last breaths sought, flashes of life upon us, now we can’t run
Bedridden, now can’t stand in the sun
Lyrics of our past song, never sounded so sweeter
As it played in sessions as a reminder, a heart repeater
Can’t speak of the words, maybe when time stood still, and things appeared to be much neater  

Chronic bodily pain
Frailty, youth remembers my name
Can’t stick my tongue out to catch the drops of rain
Mental competency has left the core of my brain
Hospice is its given name