You now find
A need hide,
Where time
Sets disguise,
Be the mask
Fits façade,
Meant to hold
Live inside,
There to be bold
Reinventing
A fatiguing soul,
Best obscured
In the interim,
One ways discern
Thence half alive,
To suffer return
Eluding hell’s burn
In this interval bide,
Held be place to hide!
On a lifespan face,
As morrows crowd
Disturbingly close,
You see days burn
At whirlwind pace,
Giving scarce time
To warm a place,
By short day’s end,
For a night’s embrace!
In this life’s space
Ebbing morrows
Be soon too few,
For day’s burn pace
Gives barely time,
To thus reach live
Your share to find,
Afore night is effaced!
Should you doubt
Life’s fleeting pace,
I’ll set you right
On lifespan’s face,
The days that burn
With barely time
To see the night,
Or a full term
Of this life’s race,
Save ye borrow
Someone’s turn
Afore the morrow,
Less fate means play
A slice of mirth,
And chose instead
A bed of earth,
Be untimely stead
Tells best not dwell,
On wasteful notions
While ever nearer be,
Those waiting morrows!
Your face
If still be fit
As such to claim,
Burns now
As though aflame,
In crimson colors,
To the observer
Who thinks of woe,
He can but utter wow!
Take heart ye friend
Who suffered same,
With well done skin
And face ablaze,
Until in vain,
Metempsychosis
Turns haze to pain,
And the experience
Leaves but a blur,
Sanctioning fools
To face the sun,
And pay the price
To calcinate again!
