Acts And Thoughts

I´m laying my bear feet
On the stairs that are carved in bone
Leaving time just to meet
The Ageless One on his throne

Carousel without sound
Jammed in flowing centuries
The only one outcome
Of faith dedicated years

As our flowers wither
As our hair is turning white
Each day becomes sweeter
To sweet to be pushed aside

Fatal addiction to the dream we call life
Slaves to our cells we cling closer to hive

Facing all the eras
We are just scattered leaves

Fatal addiction to the dream we call life
Slaves to our cells we cling closer to hive
Toys to our fate we walk the blade of a knife
Driven insane by our urge to survive