Signs

Just a name without a face

Though I will continue to fall down to it's grace

Struggling each day with new conceptions

These words I meditate over ancient collections

The peace I find in the dark matter

Is perhaps worth the suffering from the latter

Time is a void I fill with sound

Whilst this body I inhabit I am earth bound

I love so much and yet not at all

For its simply a word for the rise and fall

If I could change the world in me

Then may be this planet would be a better place to be

Of course I wish I could've kept my disguise

But the glory of it all is the sacred prize

Colours sweep and materials dissolve

I know these are signs of growing old