Tempus Animus

Isn't it about...Time?

Closed your eyes and turned away one too many times

Now there's nothing left for you to see.

Biting the wind and gnashing your teeth in vain

You stand alone in this region off the map.

Time wasted became legions of thousands

Their marching feet have crushed out the sun.

Blindness becomes your obligation now

Stillness, a matter of self-preservation.

Where are your bridges, your monuments?

Foundations smashed apart by the hammers of time.

One too many turns of the earth rooted in place.

Once too often ignored the call of the drums.

Time spins a net of constraints about you

As death waits to descend its web.