When time goes
Too fast

When time goes
Too slow

You find yourself
Doing

Things that you need
Not do though

When times go
Too daft

When times grow
Too old

You find yourself
Doing

Things you need to
Think through

Run my child if you see a path
Through the hordes that engulf this gulf
Run my friend until you feel the wrath
Of the swords still enduring today

Run my dear until you see the house
Standing lonely on top of the hill
Run my brother, run south and stand
On a cliff, and let topple, your will

If the green fields of Oatland were painted red by blood
If the sands of Sahara turned brown overnight
Would you turn to the wastelands and slide through the mud
Or flea through your window unsearched for in fright

If the blue seas of Greenland were tainted with our life
Would you stand by the shore and await your last bite
Or as the human does, never give up your futile strife
Run with the wind until down sinks the light

And the world is ungulfed by the horror and gray
And you can't see your fists or their fists or your way
And when you find your flashlight amidst an internal mound
The light leads your sight to the darkness around

As surreal as this life seems we all seize to be
As unreal as this life ends we're still you and me
Unless gods wrath falls upon us, or the gates of hell close
And there is no way for us to of the dead dispose

If you were caught amidst a mist of zombies
Swarming over the isle like warm blood
Would you scream out your pretension and sorrow
Long for the darkness deep within the caves
Search for the isles that might have once saved you
Unless the fish were decaying and deranged
Still the world spins around without energy to borrow
My, isn't this world strange

When the world is what I need
To break the borders and set me free
I see the fall of views in front of me
Cloudy clouds that slyly crowd

The clear blue deep end confront us
I admire the flier as I ride the bus
To and then from the places I could go
The smoke trails follow, holy and low

When there is no road left to let us win
When there is no world there to let us in
The hearths of grace, all earth we face
Cower in power and disrespect our race

It's all been done so many times
Confined in mind all we leave behind
And let follow while we flow like sand
And let life swallow to popular demand

When the rivers run where we can't leave
There is no beauty for us to believe
Nothing left for our humanity
We spend our needs our famished feeds

Leave all trails undenied in doubt
All leads are lavished and worn of out
Spend our years caring for those who know
That it doesn't matter where the sunlight goes

Because, it will come back
And rise up above
Over the horizon
Over the earth

At the calm of the night
I let myself go
Out and about
Onto the paved road

Coated with ice
Bloated with toads
Afloat like a raft
In a moat of grim oath

At the light of fair dawn
I let myself flow
Into the river
That drifts by the mo

Sliced open by ice
Slivers of steel
Condemn it's brave banks
Emotion outreeled

Drifters draft under
The wake of my pen
Lift to be plundered
And pushed down again

The waves grim and mighty
The loaf like past tense
And rinse out the road
Down the pathways we go