The clock strikes midnight and my eyes quiver with questions of time and matter.
What matters the most to humankind-
up past the sky-
in an unknown paradox experience
Tick, tock. Tick, tock goes the media.
Flashing before our eyes
the excited confusion of "What could be!?"
Be it this, be it that, or as a matter o' fact-
we've not a clue!
Not the faintest idea-
how to even comprehend a "this" or a "that" from another time and space.
What do you think?
Is it all just a scare?
Or maybe it's a sign for us to bare.
Crumble it down with our arms open wide,
You, my dear friend, can stay right by my side
But my thoughts drain quickly,
melting through the skin
before it's all over,
Must we begin?
My limbs frozen with angst, to a chill down my spine-
Cover me up
From this unfamiliar place.
I can hear the screaming
Far, yet close in this space
This space of time; it matters the most
Shows up and feels like a ghost
When the time and matter I've known all along
Plays a big part in this life long song