Forever laced within its might,
A tragic end for you to fight,
Where no one wins and None to lose,
The rope around my neck a hose.
I hang and await the order,
To send me even further.
Down a lonely rocky road,
Where hoards of silver and yellow golden
Wings will soar me far.
Further then a place I’ve been or ever seen.
And horizons in a landscape of half slept dreams.
Only to awake the same.
Slowly dying by the clock of time.