Mourning the
loss of my old friend, time
I tick with
impatience on the clock named Earth
And see up
above a star named fate
Prophet and
sage, winking at me
Only far in
the eyes of ignorance
Falling
apart with each resurrection
As tears
flow from them, freeing their fire
Reflecting
more and more
On the clock
named Earth
As it slowly
turns
Towards its
final hour.
