Woven Hands

awoke from the slumber

the lapse of time

I have got nothing to show for it

entertained but not enlightened

recalling today

for a trace of tomorrow

being one without a lifespan

new thoughts must follow

the daylight draws to me

and the surroundings are not what they used to be

lights fill up space

in a solitary place

walls consumed

all the knowledge harvested along the way

watching the others

this stagnant state gall the hardened heart

a pace towards an early grey

is there life before death?

planted firmly with an abundance of time and no sun

if there is life before death, I live it through you