Ti∞e Doesn't Define The Spirit
Like emotion and color
Time is a lie
It puts into perspective
Death and Life
Black and White
Night and Day
None of which I have experienced
Everything is gray
Faded and dulled by the smog in the sky
Motionless and with less emotion than a wooden stick
Things change?
Where’s your spare change now?
Silver linings don't help mend broken bones
Fabricated from flinging stones
At those begging for a coin or two
Past due rent and past due lives
Time doesn’t fly by when the whole world is going awry
Picturesque landscapes can only now be made with modern day machines
But do not forget the flash
And the Click
Click
Click
Of the tracks and the roaring train covering up the Clack
Clack
Clack
Of heels replacing claws
And red reforming smog
No longer a predator of nature
But a victim of prey
Beauty is pain?
You don’t know the half of it
When beauty is taken for granted
And you’re pushed into the granite
And feel the grains against your face like cutting lace
How can you feel the light of the moon when your skin is made of plastic?
The moon?
What about the buzzing fluorescents, blinding like what I imagine the burning sun to be…
Or the touch of these soulless hands like the sting of a knife pushing under my cold, dead skin?
I used to be more than this
I used to be a legend
A myth
A something more than drowning skies and collapsed lungs
Split lips and tissue paper tongue
More than a coating of metal and gears shifting until they rust and break
Like everything else on this goddamned Earth
In your perspective, that’s all I am, and all I ever will be
But in my perspective, Time does not define me
It sways and begs me to stay within the present
As if it were wrapped up and placed in the falling snow
(Or is that soot?)
A pretty bow waiting to be torn apart
Like some artificial heart, bleeding
Yet only turning red to an oily black
But I am not of this era
Not defined by this time and place
I cannot be erased from history and our history will not be erased