• On the wings of Time
    we fly
    forever forwards
    until the end of all we know
    is lost forever
    the eye blinks
    and in a moment of darkness
    fate guides your footfall
    when the world can't

    Forever forwards our film reel rolls
    never a pause to think about
    how direct directions lead us

    replay the past in present
    to create the error of the future--

    how flies Time
    on golden wings
    Patience, for it leads at a constant rate
    a variable of action
    a fork that leads straight--

    A passenger ride for two
    with a map of the known:
    wonder and amazement dead in the back
    as expectancy becomes expected

    On the wings of Time
    we fly
    alone
    through History with no pit stop
    and a blind world
    with no Monocle

    approaching an End that always was
    maintenance never completed
    on a hallway of locked doors
    broken in Time

    a break, a bend, a gap
    a floating memory
    existence
    these bubbles prepared to burst
    as Father rests in the bath

    As a beginning and an End
    a road blends into the sky
    and goes farther then the eye can see
    Past a setting sun and into a sun rise
    Epoch Terminus
    is all there ever was

    windows on pages of late
    beneath our feet, above our head
    a murky glass
    stained in stolen dreams

    we soar on the
    wings of Time
    forwards forever
    in but memories Past
    as but a final thought
    as the grave stone reads:
    of Fate and her Scythe

    and Fate
    she flies
    behind the wheel with reckless abandon
    still on her maiden voyage
    christened Misfortune

    choices, decisions
    crossroads to the same point
    stumbling through a fate guided step
    onto broken glass

    Some frozen in the fall
    crumbling buildings
    falling forever
    some free falling
    in a waterfall of Time

    In a building of failed maintenance
    frozen water flows
    where we stood and talked
    watching the bubbles breeze by

    where Fate and Time danced
    waltzing across the line
    across the room
    the outside

    Fate showers in the excess of Time
    changed by it
    coming clean in its presence
    washing
    bleeding down the drain
    forever

    The old couple
    that's seen it all
    and still has
    Epoch Terminus
    to look forward to--

    All action is negative
    no Time travel will change that
    as you create new reality
    for yourself
    no other

    from others vanished
    to better things
    lost

    delusions of grandeur
    in a new reality for you
    millions new created--

    and streams trickle
    down hills and valleys
    gaining separate speed
    to merge in the end
    of a known map
    and rub clean the ink

    Buildings on terrible foundation
    floating on frozen time
    drifting still
    evermore--

    a world of disrepair
    free will flaunted
    in desecrated temples
    torn in Time--

    Fate's throne atop an icy palace
    waving wearily down upon
    order
    sailing as Times pilot
    life boats gone
    used
    floating bodies in hard water
    left behind

    On the wings of Time
    powered by agony
    we fly
    torture moves forward in endless abundance
    with millions of passenger seats
    and a million more standing
    looking forward to a rare
    Epoch Terminus
    as all there ever was.