The Mime Called Time

The leaves fall and wither Pages turn monotonously The calendar falls off the wall I am the witness, stranger There are no random bursts There is only consistent loss The eyes become stones I have felt it, stranger The skin peels off slowly Virility is a dying flame The mind is a rusted nail I mourn you, stranger Grey is your house now The paint is thus extinct The creepers are free I reside there, stranger A calm fire is burning Smoke hiding the tear Devouring that armchair I know of it, stranger Memories without colour And an indefinite abyss Inevitable and unacceptable Not your fault, stranger Incessant hands of the clock The wind pays no heed Blowing away the dust You understand, stranger Light up your eyes The wheels stop therefore Sunlight in the room You may smile, stranger Every drop of time Precious bead in a necklace Silent message is conveyed I am a mime, stranger