Time warping their gravity

 
Their space folding back  
A forest inside the tree  
The sea washing away  
Jar of honey inside a bee,  
 
Singer forgetting a song  
Hope in the future sign  
Melody will not hold long  
A signal from past rhyme,  
 
So they gallop for no chase  
Thinking the cosmos doesn't care  
Their loser wins the race  
Winner watches with a stare,  
 
Not manna from heaven  
Will so fill their belly  
Or mental bread unleavened  
To the mind unready,  
 
As their bells falsely ring  
Broke river to never flow  
Forbidding the birds to sing  
And why it doesn't know,  
 
So their ice cannot melt  
Their cold emotional wave  
Thus no heat it felt  
Cocktailing the ice age,  
 
They thought t'was a nightingale  
Long singing in the mist  
Alas only their sad sonnet  
No history... so no bliss,  
 
Their carpet lays very flat  
As the camel kneels down  
It submits to its fate  
Their thought bent to the ground,  
 
This journey to their nowhere  
What they break in the end  
Spiritual trip off the cliff  
A torn soul can not mend,  
 
Their lonely heart still beats  
But to never find peace...