Traveler In Time

Old man time, Wisdom and Rhyme Seeker of reason, reaper of time Born to a spell he walks the beaten path To hell, rusty shackles of time burden his mind Once on his side time turns to defy. In a flash of the lightning he's come and gone. The clock strikes the hours, he climbs to the belfry As he's done a thousand hours before. Many dark years, not a vacant hour through War and fear had the bell been ever strayed, Hypnotized rhythmic pendulum synchronized With the beat of the old man's heart. Man or machine he's living a dream Forever the clock lives so does he Faces below fade with seasons of long ago Forever awake in his brass bed. Who holds the key. It's all a matter of time, is there reason Or Rhyme - is there? Traveler in time another left Behind - you are Tangled in the web of time you've Swallowed the pill of illusion. Writings so clear on the wall you Waste in seclusion Mirror reflects the mark of the crowfoot In his eyes now he realize. Nearing his hour he climbs to the belfry As he's done a thousand hours before Moon of blue is in the sky West wind he whispers why Sacrifice living for life his perpetual vice Lonely win blows through his empty soul. He cries a river of tears on the clock below Nothings forever and time will tell His tears rust the clock and he died as well