Broken On The Wheel

Time is a flat circle
Nothing ever stays the same
Nothing ever goes away for real
We are mere versions
Incarnations of the same
Old same old
Wicked wizard puts us in a tube
That spits us out
Every time
Slightly altered setup

Nothing ever goes away for real
The oracle man said,
“Some people re-enter your life at pivotal points,
They never go away for real”

“You just have to trust me,”
Said the youngest one
Trust is more plentiful at that age
When we have experienced
Only few incarnations
Wicked turns of the test tube

Nothing ever stays the same
When you wish the most it did
It keeps changing
For better or worse
In sickness and health
The wheel of destiny is the same
One we´ve had our bones broken on
To be broken on the wheel means forced to
Accept that time is a flat circle
And nothing ever goes away for real

Given Time

I think the harshest thing
About love is the
Given time
The time that is allocated
For each of our romance
To play out

We think it is there forever
That this window of opportunity is
Ours to grab at any time
And so
We doubt
We halt
We falter
We play silly games
With the body and the mind
In our folly we do not realize
The fleetingness of time

I remember that
When we met
We both felt
So strong
About each other
We felt that
It was one of
Those encounters
That stop time
You told me back then
One meets people like that
Once in every ten years
Or perhaps fifteen

You told me I was
The woman of your decade
But you’ve been wrong
And I relied on that count
The missing years were lost
In the promises we gave to each other
In the promises I could not recover
I realized that
We have wasted our
Given time