This evening’s sunlight finally subsides
candlelight cast eerie shadows onto the wall
a moons rise and decline, inspiring the tides
seems much faster, as if we were nearing fall.
Feeling nocturnal in these darkest of hours
a trancing grandfather clock, so rhythmic
with mysticism, I dwell possessing powers
to hex the wooden statue to miss a tic.
If I can stutter time that forges the future
similar to an arrhythmia of the heart
if possible I’d dread being denominated as “Ruler”
my key crux lies in not knowing where to start.
It’s just not tangible to be a sorcerous king
I think I’d prefer all to have reason and order
no being, has the right to control a pendulum’s swing
such a debacle would spawn, consequential disorder.
A system of reckoning will come and go as planned
as we are all trapped in the crashing waves of time
No way can I pause it with just a wave of the hand
I’ll just try to do the most, with the little bit that’s mine.
© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com