The natural rhythm has stopped
the sweet metronome has stopped the to and fro of its daily arc
can anybody see the war to fight to simply restart the world?
how can they feel the uphill walk at night to push into the light
is it so simple a task
to restart the mask, day from day to night
to restart the work of a lifetime
to remember baby steps,,, and walk them again
all grown up and shaking in the task
do they feel?
how can they?
a thousand years from the shore
a thousand steps from the door
a thousand steps in sand
the Metronome has stopped.
where is the hand that restarts the time
puts to sense all reason and rime
yes the years have left the hoarfrost upon the soul
who we chip away in the morn again
the dance cannot go on
the time has gone awry
no one steps in time
the clock has topped and the timekeeper stopped
or has it?
the world has spun under us and we fell
but when to get up is only for us to tell
life has held the hand to ask
when will we re enter the dance
our clock is a little rusty
and sometimes it is not so trusty
the pendulum awaits the touch
the maestro awaits the glance
lifted arms and smile askance
so, what if we do have start over?
we are given the golden fleece
a brand new piece of the world to conquer
we are kinetic
whats to stop the next state of life
if i could go back and do it all again...
heres your chance.