Reminiscence For The Future 06. 08. 08

I remember the epoch of waiting -
Every day like a month in the jail
When the dusk of despair I've been hating
Wrapped my essence with its freezing veil

I recall every tedious even
When in vain I tried break down the sweep
Of my thoughts and fears ere my brain riven
From the real, plunged me into the sleep

Overwhelmed by the cruel laceration
Those horrific nights turned me to naught
And awake in the ice desolation
I'd no strengths e'en to curse my dull lot...

After less than four years it's returning -
I'm expecting the new spire of of fate
Though the practice to which I'm deferring
Proves: Fate shackles but can't liberate.

From the other side, right was John Connor
When he said that the future's not set
Who can tell what behind the next corner,
The support or a murderous threat?

...And as our time runs faster and faster,
Just the few of our deeds grant us mirth
'Cause our lives are the profitless fluster
On a scale of the all frantic earth

I grow wearier, weaker and older
And the endless woes hurt and oppress
But I stay here a lonesome beholder
Of the tearful souls' pain and distress

Maybe I am too darkened and errant,
With the spirits of doom went astray
But so far there's no single deterrent
To enforce me step out of my way