Time is a demon

Time is a demon
Brought to bear
The cloud above holds rain

I look afar
And ruminate
A simpleton I see

What has he done
Where has he been
A world he can’t explain

Destiny
Or foresight
Controls his place to me

If there goes he
Then what must I
Expect from life’s disdain

If there goes me
Then follow who
Or no-one left to be

Like the rain
Held by the cloud
My thoughts flow from my pain

Yet sullen sense
Means eye of blue
Adrift in peaceful sea

Yet should that sea
Send pain and fear
And restlessness detain

Will thoughts of blue
Have strength to bear
Or wither quietly.