The present has become a poison to me;
its toxic effects cause me despair;
unwilling to endure that past I still see;
and unable to discover the where.
I used to long for a future place;
surely it would be my where;
But I’m unable to reach that space;
for it isn’t really still there;
Dissolved in time from the world of thought;
it becomes just another today;
destined to become the past; as it ought;
while spiriting all love away.
Future, you see, is just illusion;
future is merely the present to be;
present has never been a solution;
present becomes the past, quickly.
I have longed for a special place;
where present will always remain;
past is held in much distaste;
and future, more of the same;
Time is the kingdom of villainy;
all within it, leads to no good;
past or future; no place for me;
its time we all understood.
Time is the place of Lucifer’s reign;
neither he; nor his minions, care;
both loyalty and love share his disdain.
This kingdom is definitely not where;
Time wears death’s shroud as it’s drape;
we’re imprisioned a lifetime there;
only through death shall all escape;
into Eden; the Garden of Where.