Limp on Time

I purview a swathe of history

I roll eyes with the loop-de-loop

And locate my self between all them hula-hoops

Born in a goldilocks zone

Thinking the pilgrims were heading home

Thinking we had mapped it all out

Had solved the mystery

But now I see the light

And it's dark af

Just when I realise we're in need of drink

There's nothing left in the cup

And I feel my temples collapsing in

As blasting heatwaves scold my nostrils

The hooves of our pursuants thunder through the breach

No more true prophets are left to preach

No more enlightened standing to teach

Can't deny my bones and sinues

Despair that we've lost the fight

But could it be this is the 11th Hour

What if the Dawn is about to appear

Can we still hold out hope like a flower

Will salvation take victory banish our fear

Can peace still remain a word on our tongues

Or an end overcome and devour

I'm dropping some lotus seeds

Wind don't blow now!