Monday, July 21, 2008

Killing Time

There's a circle of life and death
That follows no other path but it's own
There are moments you live again
And tomorrow these would also be gone

We inject ourselves with thought
And feed our soul, to keep it alive
How seriously we treat our hallucinations
As our understanding takes a dive

Why do we say that nothing ever ends
When we know nothing is permanent
One after other we offer anti-climax
As our life it slowly pays the rent

We take so much pleasure in killing time
Even time doesn't wait for its demise
It moves on from someone to someone else
Upon no one but itself it flies