You're having the time of your Life,
So, I'll meet you beyond Time;
When form isn't a factor - strife!
And deifying can no longer be a crime.

The brutness that I see in beauty
Is a reflection of my wretched Fate;
When your reflexes forget their duty,
We'll become one- our stars to mate.

There will be more that meets the eyes,
Timelessness shall reclaim its finesse;
Truths will sprout from your lies,
And a genius from all the mess.

Once upon a time, Time will cease,
So shall its dreary dis-ease:
Take your own sweet time,
Once upon a time, reasons shall rhyme.

Everything now is so absurd- off guard,
Once upon a time, fall shall even God.



© Parry P Eugene