Through Time


I feel like I was born in the days of old
Days of old, times of blue smoke
Skies with colors
Humans with terror
Selling souls, market things
I feel like I was a man, sitting by the road
With a placard saying, “bring back my soul”
Horses galloping by, dust blinding eyes

I feel like an incarnation of a past prophet
One with a robe marred with blood
Back from the aftermath of a beat down
Knowing all I did was to tell what I saw
Walking in the night
With a tobacco in hand
A flask full of water
Wishing my tongue had never existed

I feel like I met an angel by the stream
Her hair black with the sun
Her eyes sparkling as the moon
Music flowing as her mouth opens up
She, turning the wheels of life
Around her hands go
Humanity lost deep down in the well

I am a man of many days, I know
Of age and full with youth
Divided but ever growing
I walk through time
With a vision of both
I am here
With a voice of the way
The wind as my theme
I am the child of earth
To be eternal
I will keep the pace
Till I revisit the angel by the stream


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