Time can only lie ahead
A history, come and gone.
You think you know what the future brings, and what has passed
You’ve got it all wrong.
We dream of course, just to awake, and rise to meet the dawn.
A subtle rush of wind, it greets our morning
A gust, and it has gone.
you know the meaning of the sun
you know what time will bring
you have become
I think I’m immune to it all – I’m not
I’m just another lonesome cog.