Clouds pass overhead
Mere turtles in the river of emptiness
Frozen in bitter cold is life,
Not moving forward towards death,
Not complying with the haste of time.

Nobody here-
To witness the end of time.
Oh behold!
Clocks walk towards the past.
Something grabs me from behind
And I yearn for a lost smile
Tomorrow becomes nonexistent
Future becomes meaningless
A weathered pebble,
In the rocks of unbreakable time
Love for a forgotten name
A forgotten face, a forgotten hero
Galloping wildly through the past
A lone rider will never last
I stare into the peering darkness
Hoping. Wishing. Waiting.
A magical sight indeed,
When an innocent callow soul lingers behind.