Streets of Time


Yearning under the sun
For something yet to come
For something that has been
For what am I yearning?
Spinning a moment with a thread
A memory is born, a moment is dead
Grasping for an end, so I can begin
A never ending thread, but the light here is so dim

In the streets of time
I am lost, I can't see
What I'm looking for
It is a mystery!
I'm still yearning
Still not understanding
But I haven't run away
I am still lost, but I am on the way

Way beyond the sun
In the black oblivion
Where none of us can see
There hides eternity!
When time dies, and the sun stops burning
There will be an end to my yearning
There will be nothing to look for
‘Cause time and space, it is no more!

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