The Time Has Come

The time has come to forsake folly To close the door on strands of memory To bid farewell to fickle friendship And cast away the silly stone This time I am the eagle in the sky alone No word of regret upon my lip I am the tempered steel, stronger for the fire More beautiful for desire And nothing can go awry In the bosom of love all works good I work for nothing then The time has come to forsake folly Sing great horizon, I forgave your folly Sing desert mirage you are only memory This steel aint nothing yet But whatsoever it becomes will be hard As light pressing on my face Through the pores of fractal glass. The time has come and folly is no more