standing at the edge of time
feel I'm about to lose my mind

Trying to find perspective in rhyme
Trying to leave all the pain behind

standing at the edge of time
feel I'm about to lose my mind

Trying to find perspective in rhyme
Trying to leave all the pain behind

but the times I've lost have found me here
and my time on the edge left cuts too dear

standing at the edge of time
feel I'm about to lose my mind

Trying to find perspective in rhyme
Trying to leave all the pain behind

but the times I've lost have found me here
and my time on the edge left cuts too dear

and though these cuts are deep and red
i still search for peace inside my head

standing at the edge of time
feel I'm about to lose my mind

Trying to find perspective in rhyme
Trying to leave all the pain behind

but the times I've lost have found me here
and my time on the edge left cuts too dear

and though these cuts are deep and red
i thisstill search for peace inside my head

some time i find the bays are empty and peace is gone
and i'm still on the edge having to carrie on

Per piece of peace, I'm pleased to lease
Poor price I pay, per peace, per se

is and always will be
never measured
never enough
to little of
this moment
It always goes on

Jeannoh

Tragedy not yet observed

yet already passed

mind wanders

keeping the body moving



Emptiness where fullness

once resided

adventurers no longer

nourish the soul



Repetition day in

day out

thoughts seem mundane

barely alive



Rest is wanted

never achieved

joy replaced by despair

no way out



Creativity lost

against the rules

solitude looked forward to

keeping the heart beating

time consumes our pasts
ghosts of our histories naked to the world
leaving our present in constant reflection
time consumes our future
spiraling into the abyss of a certain death
leaving our present in constant contemplation

I'm seeking truths.
I climb the roofs,
scan horizons
and sense the spoofs.

standing at the edge of time
feel I'm about to lose my mind

Trying to find perspective in rhyme
Trying to leave all the pain behind

but the times I've lost have found me here
and my time on the edge left cuts too dear

and though these cuts are deep and red
i still search for peace inside my head

some time i find the bays are empty and peace is gone
and i'm still on the edge having to carrie on

Per piece of peace, I'm pleased to lease
Poor price I pay, per peace, per se

is and always will be, never measured
never enough, to little of
this moment, It always goes on

time consumes our pasts
ghosts of our histories naked to the world
leaving our present in constant reflection
time consumes our future
spiraling into the abyss of a certain death
leaving our present in constant contemplation

I'm seeking truths. I climb the roofs,
scan horizons and sense the spoofs.

Time's challenge is to see this far
Before age leaves it's scar
Wisdom vision, Time's truth