Futile hope, random stuff:
How would you draw that?
Like some nebula flaring out into space -
Diffuse and delicate, unable to touch.
Like Time -
I need to find Time
But it's only been a day.
Trivial little things that won't mean a thing next year -
Next lifetime, or the lifetimes to come.
But they mean so much for the next coming week -
Irrelevant and superficial, flowing and moving on
These people, they go
Not realizing how little Time gives them
To see, to feel, to hear and taste and touch.
I need to find Time
But it's only been a day.
They don't know me; they won't remember me
No one will care that I was here.
I move among them, a shadow in the mist,
The identity I am, changing like the stardust
That shaped and forged this world eons ago.
Eons ago - has it been that long?
Yet it slams me in the face with my own mortality
Each Saturday, when There Can Be Only One.
So I need to find Time
But it's only been a day.
Chivalry's on tonight
But I can still delude myself, can't I?
Chivalry is dead -
Another Scully weird faith thing.
The years go by,
But it seemed so different from the dirt mound we dug
Before they could remember;
Before they were born.
And I need to find Time
But it's only been a day.
I thought I heard voices
But they went to get candles.
Trying to get in and beat us to death.
Distracted and distant
I almost laughed, I know
I've passed my limit
And I need to find Time
Still, it's only been a day.
But the days can add up,
And I'm still searching for Time;
I can't find a trace
With this sword in my hand.
To the moon and back
Like some crazy space race -
Four times in a row
In the back seat.
I've lost what I found
In only one day.
But we're none of us perfect;
And of course, if it were true
I'd never admit it.
But it's Tuesday,
And the world is safe from me onTuesdays.