Two people frantically pacing , up and down the hall.
watches, clocks and sand grains falling through space,
Waiting for something to come or to go
Surrounded by space inside a wall.
How many days, how many hours,
Still left to go, still left to see,
And when will it come, the day that we leave,
What future will their destiny give?
Still watching time slip slowly through hands.
Losing the days they have, houts and years,
Parting, so hard to let go of love strands.
Pain, despair and anger devalue their lives.
Questions cross minds and leave them again.
It will always remain the same to them.
Remains of memories shattered to glass,
Falling through black spaces of time that pass.
Between the portal doors of reality and dreams,
Sits a man with keys and thinks,
What is real and what is fake,
Should he dream or should he wake?
Sitting, resting on a cloud,
Looking up into a space of blue,
Accidently he looks down,
what to see, to see what?
Trees of green suppulent with colour,
The blossoms sipping red shades of life,
Seconds left to see them live,
They fall down and burn to death.
The tranquil ocean and the seas
Deansly blue, flow freely, flow.
When all's revealed the flaws are seen.
Oil, plastic, rubbish and a floating bin.
The rising smoke suffocates the man
He cannot breathe and chokes to death,
The cloud disperses and down he goes,
A fallen angel, he flies a crow.
So what is real and should we dream,
Among the clouds of angels' realm?
And if we do, these clouds stain,
The angels fall and feel our pain.
