The Evasiveness of Time
Time melts into oil, running in all directions.
Thoughts and meaning lost all connections
Seconds, minutes, hours, days go by
And all I can do is sigh
Was I here today
Was I here tomorrow
Was I alone
Was I surrounded
Time is a funny thing, twisting and turning
Contorting reality, leaving me yearning
For the time that evades
For once there was sun, now the snow covers the blades
Was it covered today
Was it covered tomorrow
Was it here
Was it not
A blink, a year has passed by
The fog has placed a haze over my eye
The fog of isolation
The fog of all lost formation
Was this really me
Was this all an effect
Was this the truth
Was this all a lie
I wish for the time of the past
For I can no longer last
I’m tired of the charades
Of the time that evades