Frozen

Time, a curse or a gift?
A sea with no rift,
No exit no entry,
Mere clogs that move the century.

Dreams, an exit or escape?
Keeps us in shape,
Lifts up our feet,
A broken seat.

Words, a tool or a disease,
Shows what the eye never sees,
Moves puppets with streams,
Proof that life is what it seems.

Fear, a weapon or a weakling,
Amplifying what we’re feeling,
Saving what has meaning,
Something we’re all dreaming.

Cries, for pain, for joy,
Something we don’t enjoy,
Reminder of the broken ploy,
A soul that it will destroy.

Imagine if all is frozen,
The life left is golden,
You are always chosen,
With the quiet ocean.