Where have I been all this time?
This mirror holds onto a life – a soul without an ache; eyes with peculiar tendencies in an age of fright. I’m a time dweller that never learned to speak. Behind me is a city dying but I’ve no care. I stand by the water for a sign of peace.
A man on the mountaintop blows his horn, sending out a flare but the sky’s ablaze. Waves flow backward, the fire’s burning bright. The city behind me is dead, but I’m alright.
I stand by the water with no attempt to hide.
A heart living beyond the sun sold the world to the man who lives within.