I could have seen if I had cared to look,
I could have realised, my visions, if they had thought,
Time passes,
Blinkered meander,
Through pain and sound words I fought.

 

Anticipated great treasures,
More than gold no less than silvered gift,
Time passes,
Blind mans meander,
I had not expected, your graceful shift.

 

You as memory set in stone, not weathered nor aged,
You cannot make fiction, even your own will denies,
Time passes,
Blinded by desire,
No hope in tragedy, no truth from lies.

 

Now twenty-first attacking assasin,
Past to damn this sunrise of fresh picked expectation,
Time passed,
Unsighted ending,
What bringeth peaceful new creation?

 

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