Time is a translucent galaxy
Mocking the mind that we remain free
In a land of ice, melting away
Moments hours, hours- days
Who are we, but a nameless face
A passing thought within this space
The chosen seed to complete the plan
Roses laced with thorns- we are man
Names etched in tomorrow’s dust, powdered in the breeze
We are the chapters written, which fall from dormant trees
We are the tears, which baptize each face
The lost and the found, we are pride, we are disgrace
When a rainbow cries the colors turn black
Raining down on every crow covered back
Only the butterflies can rise above
To return the lost colors back to love
Do you stand strong when the earth spins to quick?
Are you the candle- or the flame on the wick?
Do you sleep in the soil waiting to grow?
-Or does your vines stretch wild with purpose to sow?
Many are unaware that their footsteps will not last
Oblivious to tomorrow- prisoners of the past
A rose rooted in salt, cursed with a crow burdened back
They shall suffocate in that soil, when the black rains attack!
Worshippers of device focused ahead
They seize the day as they decorate the dead
Desecrating each breath while they blindly walk-
With malignant deeds, they draw their outline in chalk
However, there are few who wear their spirits outside
They confront the plague, and refuse to hide
They only cower when humbled before grace
Their heart bleeds in color, mercy masks their face
The thorns they adorn- are compassion, with faith by their side
When the black rain calls their name, they spread their wings and glide
An open rose which shall reign through the storm and rise high
They paint eternal skies with love -For they are the butterfly
The choice is predisposed when our hourglass placed
As sands sift steady, and our galaxy erased
Take note of the rose you have chosen to be
So when your petals wilt- your vines shall grow free