Eternity

Eternity sits on a lazy road waiting for time to arrive A basket of seasons spread out on the ground to be sorted and thrown to the sky Autumn is gasping at dry burning leaves trapped under frost every morn Eternity lowers the clouds down to touch and the moment of winter is born The sky lets the wind loose to rattle the eaves Grey aspirations and snow Sun is now stuffed in the comfortable pocket of time and it's infinite flow Eternity sits on a lazy road just whittling down time with a knife Carving out seasons whenever it pleases Ah, Eternity does have the life...