Caged Time

A Poem by Oveane

For if they know not time and they feel not its veins, then lest it be known that they may never feel death.

I won't stop, I won't stop
until the end catches up.

As to where I am and to why I might be
that is not for me to show just yet;
I will stop, and I do stop
because there is something I need to know.

It's only every other moment or so that
I pause to clap my hands, exaggerating
the mindset of a boisterous crowd.

And I clap faster, faster
Until my hands split, and
they explode.

So many universes within one single
being, put together that we cannot
count, see, or hear them all.

I say, I say,
You laugh at others
Yet, you might be the funniest, your own;
I clap, I clap, because I am not known.
Let the choice be decided by your phone.

When the wheel stops and the time is nigh
you will have never died, instead,
witness the shards of time
bursting your sands upon the shore.
When these words grow tired of their use
and you have worn out their very hues
the colors that bring them to life, don't lie;
instead, accept your muse.

For if you know not the tick of a clock
If all you do is duck, duck, goose
You are the goose, you are the goose.
Nay, the others are the very geese
that make you look like the duck.

You yourself are your own pile of gold
to give this up is to sell your soul
when you work with another to
live and to survive,
don't cry, don't cry,
rather accept it
no more time to lie
no more life to repeat these rhymes
if you are to ever be free!

If you are ever to be free
witness the glory in you, who does not see
the very quake of energy, erupting;
if you do not know yourself,
then do not ask another to know you.
For if you know not yourself,
but you know time and these
repetitive, silly rhymes,
then you may never know
by the veins of metacognition
if you do not heed your intuition
then may these rivers of lies,
dice, immaculate tries
that you just want to be off and away
solder your mind into one entity
the mind of society itself
that you are sound bound,
the anger, rage you know,
repeating like a mime.

Fall back onto the voidic dimension
heed no lies of time
that send you forward
into nothing, nothing;
see not the pain and frustration
keeping you within a cage
but rather, open it, open it,
and be free,
for the cage of ever-repeating
rhymes, times, dimes, lies
was open this whole time.

Sit no longer in the knives of others' thievery
knowing that ahead of you, behind you, and
where you are right now, this is mental slavery;
so open up the cage of binds
set yourself free, live the creation of a lifetime.

I sit here, watching you in the cage
as all of you tangle, gather dust, scream
and yearn to be let loose.

I clap, I clap
until my hands explode
with repeating rhymes
That society feeds you
lies, dimes, times, rhymes;
you are the one in the cage
until you let yourself go.

I won't stop, I won't stop
Until all of you catch up.