Time Is Obscured
The clock keeps on ticking as time goes by,
I sit here to think yet still wonder why?
As the day passes does it leave me behind?
While the clock is ticking is it time I find?
Darkness approaches as the night begins,
I stand in the dark just me and my sins.
I see what’s before me but there isn’t much light,
There is much more to seeing than just your sight.
Cast among the shadows I still see my way,
The ghosts whisper to me I hear what they say.
Why are they here I thought I left them behind?
Or is the darkness playing tricks with my mind?
They don’t seem unfriendly so I just ask,
Are they still here to help me with my task?
Or are they just a reminder of a life that has passed?
The answers don’t match the all the questions I asked.
The clock keeps on ticking now it is dawn.
The shadows and ghosts appear to be gone.
The sun shines down revealing what to do.
Darkness has passed night time is through.
I think to myself why do the demons come?
Why are they here and where are they from?
I resign to it does matter and bask in the light.
Maybe the demons won’t come back tonight.
The time keeps ticking I feel I’ve wasted the day.
I need to break free and send the past far away.
Suddenly like the light from the brightest star,
I see the distance before me is not all that far.
I find my way back as I see what’s in store.
As this window closes it opens a new door.
What shall happen next I’m really not sure?
I look to the clock but time seems obscure.
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