Though Minutes Fly

Solitude be damned to a final emotion When we are puzzled by the mystery of life, Inspired by misgivings in a distant memory Touched by thought and opinion Contemplate the meaning of passion and want When the sun escapes to darkness, And presumed is the want for wisdom possessed Here in a shadows conviction; Until the loudest sound came from quiet voices Let the mind accept what our eyes imagine, Until the solitude of inspiration is lost, For meanings we gathered are soon forgotten Here in the specter of thought But oh to death is our journey bound Down a road to kingdom come, Where all is held to the quiet of its end And judged by the silence within; Until the loudest sound came from quiet voices