Temporal Distortion

Awake, and lucid, quite shaken
With no remorse and little sanity
Commitment always a big issue
Lust... crime of passion... vanity

The wish of temporal distortion,
the things that passed to never be,
Remorse - an intellectual abortion,
Regret - a way to never really be.

Betrayal is an epilogue of lies,
the grand finale - we collide,
It isn't real, we're just actors,
Sit back, relax, and open wide.

Without torches we are deaf,
and lacking music very blind,
light up your road with a clef,
and hear sunshine in your mind.

The wish of temporal distortion,
the things that passed to never be,
Boredom - perceptual extortion
Ennui - a lie to some degree

And like a song that's stuck forever
In an immortal, cunning head
Presuming that we're oh-so-clever
Continue to annoy the dead