Mountain of Time

The words flowed like the Nile in spring
Never understood a single thing
All the days i spent stumbling
Accounts the days i been rummaging

I  dwelt i read  dont know what it said
But it was free so i went to bed
Awoke and then Read it again
Seems to be no means to an end

I made it my life that before my gallows
To maifest this poem including the shadows

For all the chairs i put on my step
To read to you before my death

I read this poem 100 times
Never got one single line
So hear i am for the last crime
Il slaughter this verse
And then  i will cry

What of then
As time has gone
Crimes of passion
Choices of wrong

What of now
Where it all makes sence
Beautiful faces
Mundane present tence

What of when
The words are all said
Nothing left but
to read it again

Before the song begins
Where its quite peculiar
And it all depends on

The words; flowing like the water of Nile
My mind was still, like a mounain of time