Distress Signal
I was running through tomorrow’s memories
Because memories last longer than days
Traveling back through past experiences dreamed
And time was flying as the color fades
Gazing back over what lay ahead of us
Playing out like some kind of science fiction show
But time is a warp with a slight of hand
And the future is past before you ever know
Some how lost on a run-away train of thought
Looking for the end of the tunnel to shine
Only to realize that the darkness that prevails
Were constructions made by the hands of time
On silent seas two ships pass in the moonless dead of night
From stem to stern each unaware at last
Of that fateful crossing where destiny is adrift
And signals its distress to the future and the past