The Cogs Of Time

 

The Cogs Of Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I 

Just another number of the infinite ones
Slowly propel upward , amongst the spirals
Of this assemblied universe of Blah
Only to see in front of me
The gigantic cogs of motion
Rotating in circular structure
With dull thunderous sound to boot

Here inside of this well oiled machine
We all see what our life reveals at present
With each tooth of the monstrous gears
Baring the name of so called ''true friends and lovers''
Gaze upon every tooth in twelve o'clock position
As it displays the beginning phase of a new and wonderous journey
Where soft music , scented candles , and bared flesh
Pave the way for fluttering hearts
Topped with scents of Vigor from years ago

But oh , how the settings change quickly
As time bears weight upon this mechanism
With this chosen notch displaying Distancing
From what seemed as blissed promise
Alone , I watch the predestined rotation
Of indirect selfish tactics
Carried upon the wings
Of fly by nighters , with golden lips
But souls of the colour of grey

 

 

 

Regret spews from the vibration

Of  blood soaked pistons

As the milled iron notch proceeds

Rhythmically , in full circle

Only to become neutralized and desensitized

With each passing revolution

As it weaves another line of action

In our neverending Passion Play