Time slips by
No matter how I try
planes have grounded
my ships lost at sea
memories fly by like words on hollow wings
While a caged bird sings its same sad song
In a room of spining chaos
nothing ever changes
Balancing on a blade
doing a jesters act
Some will laugh
and others will fall
behind this glass an old man tires of us all
and the surreal games we play

Triskle

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Mayan, in the year 302 AF.