Psyclotron

Pouring like sand through the hour glass – falling through our hands
The mercurial passage of precious time – now, and forever gone
Cold thoughts bearing vilest conclusions
That one has drawn from their bitter delusions
No fountains of youth to wash away the tears – or erase the pain, perpetually racing as we rage against the grain

Yesterday has long since gone – and it seems that tomorrow never comes
Time: That devours all things – Ravenous fire, all consuming
Eternal flame, ever present – burns hotter and higher
It steals away one’s lust for life – First casualty of the routine
skeleton upon which history hangs – now meat falls from the bones
the years fall like leaves – from our disenchanted lives
Let it come as no surprise – let them be gone!
evolution is universal – the eternal role reversal
desperately we search for meaning – still no closer to peace within
No stone unturned in our quest for answers – Just a reason to live