On the Shortness of Life

Chained to the clock, like a slave to his king
Trading my hours for meaningless things
Fools cry it out: Life's too short to be!
But they waste it all, blind and free

Born to consume, to obey, to run
Never see the rising Sun
Each breath a gift, but we sell the gold
To buy regrets before we're old

You chase the winds you never tame
A forge of shadows, hope and shame
And as the hours begin to die
You learn too late what could have been

You bleed your time for hollow gain
A walking corpse in pleasure's chain
The grave is patient, cold and wide
What have you done with all your life?

So hold your soul against the tide
And let the purpose be your guide
For life is long to those who know
The art of choosing where to go

On the shortness of life we're standing our fights
With ashes slipping through our hands, through the night
The moments will fade, we're closing our eyes
And only the truth survives in our minds

Awake at last from borrowed dreams
You pierce the veil, you hear the screams
Of wasted days and squandered light
A battlefield of inner night
To break the chains of mortal flame

Rise from the dust of wasted years
Turn all your doubts to burning spears
For every dawn remakes the sky
A chance to live before you die

The future bends to those who stand
With courage held in steady hands
Through time runs swift, your spirit's free
A beacon through eternity

And when the night begins to fall
Your inner fire outshines it all
A mortal life, yet vast and wide
Eternally the way you stride

The heart unchained will learn to soar
To seek the light, to crave no more
In choosing paths with opened eyes
You craft a life that never dies

Drain time
Hear the ticks of the clock and I'm overcome
By life
Will they hold any meaning come eternity?
Drain time
Why don't I follow my desires

Sometimes the light comes quietly
Not like a battle won
But like a single breath you didn't know
You had the right to take
In that breath
The weight of hours
Enough to lift up your eyes
From the ground you've been dragging
I found hope once
In the smallest place
Between two thoughts
When silence stopped pretending
To be my enemy

The hours spill like water
Through a crack you never see
Cup them with your hands
While they are slipping
From your palms

Yet the world keeps turning
Slow, ancient, indifferent
While you're trying to reach
The shadow of your own past
Rising up!
Feel it burn!
Feel it burn

Who am I?

So let the days move
Let them flow, let river rule
Feel it pull (pull!)
Feel it burn (burn!)
Let them take you on every turn

What once was blurred by haste now clears when you begin to see
That life moves forward when you claim your right to be

I'll die
Die!