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.
To witness the end of time.
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.