I flip the glass that rests on the table
Grains of the past replaying the fable
The time is slipping, so I flip it again
Scenes that are gripping, but where do I begin
Passions and desires stuck on time constraint
The beauty of liars creating a society that’s taint
But the time is never ending, always playing on repeat
Thoughts of ascending will be tested by defeat
I want to evolve, but must I do this again?
What question will I solve….. I flip it once more to begin
Erica