Dead to the World

The orbit of this wonder is a lost sensation,
The nubile fruit of the garden just a mean temptation,
You can’t find the way back in thru your exit of reason,
You fit the meaning to the message and the weather to the season.
I am stranded in the everywhere of time,
Broken in my own epic way,
With a story that only words knew how to rhyme,
And a lifetime that outlived itself in a day.
Moments; molecules and memories create a man,
You can’t do much more with it than the best you can,
I took the best of me and put it to the worst of my waste,
Let the moments collapse into a shapeless haste.
I am stranded in the everywhere of time,
Broken in my own epic way,
With a story that only words knew how to rhyme,
And a lifetime that outlived itself in a day.
Dead to the world I’m a living end,
I don’t even play a part enough to pretend,
Weathered memories of black and white souls,
Dare not to wonder at for whom the bell tolls.