Before the sun comes around, twilight
All encompassing resound
Frail and flawed, broken bodies abound
Stealthily expiration is found
Common man will no longer stand
We rot underneath excavated hollow land
Riches cannot save that which turns to sand
Lessons learned in spite of the ticking hands
The child ages into weathered form
Shaped by this world, imprinted scorn
Neglected joys, shadowed by fear
Time slips through fingers, clutching so dear
Wasted years, reflected to your mind
Immutable flow, chronological shackles bind
Take the time, truly see what's left behind
Taken for granted as the coil unwinds
Ever ending, message pending
Look right past what still needs mending
Spiral ends within itself, never seen, never helped
Torn between dreams and life, present time before your eyes
Painted sky transparent guise, can't deny the end, the end of life
At which point did we stop gazing towards the sun?
At which point did eyes become fixed upon the grave?
The air is clean, the trees alive, and yet we cannot be satisfied