When Time Stops
When time stops,
The world cascades into a shade of white.
The wind leaves its trail with undaunted spite,
My heart escapes from a maze with a faulty plight.
And the shadows crawl beneath the shades,
Crashing into our minds like hushed waves.
An aura of distinct demeanor fades;
Away from the bittersweet cage; I run
When time runs,
I wait for the hour to be mistaken.
Exhilarating tendencies lastly awaken,
With the monument of hope morosely shaken.
And the dreams we buy sell more than the truth;
For the lesser the days, the weaker the youth.
Cries of disbelief, nothing left to sooth,
Inside my demise once again, I return
When time crashes and burns,
We get lost in the dimensions of a broken compass,
While the Earth collapses like our uncharted memories,
The skies collide in the unseen terminus;
So, I wait, for the doors of this cage to be opened,
Freedom under the moonlight, unrestricted,
And I wait, for the time to once again be taken:
Then I shall run to the hour that reaches out to us.
I wait, and I wait till there's
Nothing left to wait for;
And I wonder, why, when time stops,
My world searches to find its true purpose.