Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
TIME PIECE
Time doesn't worry me, but the world and its ways do.
Sending opinions one from another,
And wandering if they are true.
Time doesn't matter, but it matters that we're right.
Amber lights, and subtle waves, coming from the mind,
Mental detachment, and some say it's gray.
There is a way, that we can go forth,
But it isn't intended, by the ones that persuade.
Don't you know that they called you,
And you were never late.
Doesn't it matter that there was one, that was late?
He went his own way, and thought it was right,
But no one really knew him, and it made him hesitate.
Now he sits and wonders, which will be the way.
Time doesn't tell, that he knew that he was late.
It never was right for him, and it never will be.
There something about him, that's not in this game.
Did it happen like a wispier, or was it like a quake?
They say it didn't happen, and it was really just a mistake,
But I tell you the truth, they were only the bait.
This thing that is coming, is more than a quake.
So gird yourself with sackcloth, and try to understand,
Something is coming, and it won't be late.
Open your eyes fool, and don't hesitate.
The garden of Eden, was the place where he was late.