Time In Its Own Tone

as time moves on by the hours we are all in between the milestones the love of matrix by the dichotomy birth and death when destined as ordained in our space and time to rave up as we trudge bye sun when rising onto the setting the dream’s nightmare when bestirred time changes by the ages the dusts slowly settles into the oblivion simply the history in ages and eons from silurian to this day when riling we would simply be racked up heartless in its archives yet with breathless breath eternity when sways away in its own way embracing the memories by its own tone moon yet bedazzles beyond top of hill dream seems to be stunning in blue the world yet breaths slowly all through the eons as we would all mingle to the sands of time .