Time Signatures Waltz

Moving through the pulse and the flow A timetable of fixed dilation A given And measured Ellipse To the people it trips As they ride the crest Of the waves Of emotions Just prisoners of Perpetual motion Never ceasing Never pretending to be Anything more Born into the days Of a future long past Spying its records From the start to the last We are all Just second hand news In a land of ne’re to be Nonsensical devotion The prisoners of perpetual motion Elate And repress The We The US three The Me Myself and I Come to share in a life such as these Checking out the view I’m just second hand news In the land of Ne’re do we Strolling on by and Pressing on through Tasked with its provisions And it’s riddled revisions Nonsense and fiction Have found their new diction Of solar progression As they encapsulate The US Three Strolling on by Pressing ahead The RIGHT And the TRUE It’s textured and layered deception Held a managed intervention Holding within its folio The signatures of digression Devoid of emotion As it’s pendulum swings to and fro Never able to leave Or break its grasp Transcending all in its path Nonsense and fiction Wear a guise of suspicion Take on a new face A perplexing division With its sweeping broad strokes To embrace and replace the US Three Brushing on past Just a page before You knocked on the door Of the garden where flowers once grew These steps you’ve taken Left to the tender mercies Of fiscal conservancy’s Hyperbolic uncertainty Common knowledge Given breathe As stolen A thief Of the Inspector in chief His notes plainly written A solider in part Has taken my enemies heart In a fruitless pursuit Of passion and pain Here I remain In its orbital dance The great mechanic has cast His players The WE The US Three Cry the home On this ellipse As we roam The WE The US Three The black crow Watches unfaltering With his stalwart gaze As your counterfeit lies Sought in other men’s eyes With a forbodance Which can not be denied In the wink of an eye Like the pearls on a string That glow And That shine As it squares with the facts In the drivers seat of circumstance And at length in perpetuity YOU hold the charter to men’s hearts.