Pacing, smoking this cigarette;
Heart-racing, concerned with control: feeling inept.
Subtle suicidal injections, causing a feeling of forget -
And yet, the mind; in
jest, shuns this life full of regret.
And time slowly burns…
The soul yearns, desperately;
To learn the geometry.
One plus one equals two,
There is some sense of symmetry.
And time slowly burns…
Three divided by one equals three;
But what does that mean to each, individually?
Is a truth inert, actively true?
Questions burn; like this cigarette, unrelentingly.
And time slowly burns…
Dissonance, divesting inner sense, till spent – utterly.
Life`s destructive beat, amplified by ever moving feet.
Passerby’s stare at sleep
Deprived and bloodshot eyes;
Unaware of the facade and disguise.
The genuine lies within deep:
In honest solitude before restless sleep;
Tested, tormented, tired eyes weep.
None hear the screaming heart beat!
So in silence, an elevated mind, strives unrelentingly.
And time slowly burns…
Inebriated! Not from a weed; known paths treaded pleasurably,
High on a need.
Mendel with a seed.
Immersed in an unrehearsed rhyme; traversing purposefully.
And time slowly burns…
On a search for the genetics and chemistry,
That envelope the frame of mind.
The elements are searched, low and high;
And yet the equation z n+1, doesn’t reveal why;
There lie unknown variables, in each exhausted sigh.
And time slowly burns…
Will, sweat, and tears; the answer nears.
Fears and dreams approach in equal measure.
Days, months, and years; the fogging clears.
A wondrous sight, a pleasure, like the view unearthed treasure.
Yet, deceptive perception
Shows the report:
Some immortal suggestion,
In which there is a new question.
And time slowly burns…
And though like a cigarette, we slowly burn each day,
When we leave, we live on through those who stay.
And time slowly burns, the cigarette is tossed away.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker