Unborn -

Another day slowly fading away

Once vital blood has been distilled

Timing right but you can’t see it in the light

This soul’s purpose has been fulfilled

Fragmented daylight

Island in the storm

A backward fight

Flesh and spirit torn

Life recycling reversing in form

Unraveling

Unborn

Once a boy they all called wise beyond this years

Now a man with nothing left, nothing left but tears

He was the one they sought for sage advice

But the time has come, they’ve seen through his disguise

Eyes losing focus

Comforting embrace

Frozen in rust

Giving up the race

Re-entering, reversing in form

Unraveling

Unborn

Hanging by a fingertip

Growing tired and losing grip

At least we’ve come to the end of usefulness

Return unto a state of unknowing bliss

Existing only as and because others perceive

Fragmented daylight

Island in the storm

A backward fight

Flesh and spirit torn

Recycling, reversing in form

Unraveling

Unborn