Washed up on the shores of dreamscapesI've taken to the sands of timeWatching the clock tick byThe temple bells clanging in my ear
Oh man of sorrow on the streetsHave you a story to tell the world?He looks at me in shockThen to the sun above, ticking away
As an old sage, the man leans backWith eyes having seen time's historyHear my story of old,Of a time lost to man but in dreamscape
There was once this king of old, wise in yearsHis armies were a wonder to beholdBut for his wisdom, lost a companionIn the conquest of wisdom and power
He lost a kingdom's heart to his powerFor in the pursuit of all he could attainThe king lost his heart to the marvelousAnd selling his soul, he lived in splendor!
With ironed fist, he ruled an empireOf riches from the farthest reached plainsAnd a temple high in the sky called IFor it was man's dream to attain these things
In waning years, looking to all he hadThe king cried out loud in the voice of a crowWhat have I done? What have I done to you!He looked into a mirror pool of old
And in the magic pool, he saw himselfA ghostly image of skeletal bonesFor he had lost that which was utmost trueThe heart of a people, murdered in his lust
Within him, he found that hollowed-out soulAs twilight cast its mark about in dreamscapesHe screamed in rage for all that he had lostAnd taking a sword, he pierced his heart through
With wizened eyes, the homeless man spokeMind you the whole world around you, sirFor in it is found youHave you the heart of pride or heart of love?
As the sundial's shadow fallsHave I wasted away, lost in time,Fading away untouched?Or have I opened the pedals of love?Copyright (c) Andrew Nusz 2019