Unborn

Another day slowly fading away
Once vital blood has been distilled
Timing right but you can’t see it in the light
This soul’s purpose has been fulfilled
Fragmented daylight
Island in the storm
A backward fight
Flesh and spirit torn
Life recycling reversing in form
Unraveling
Unborn
Once a boy they all called wise beyond this years
Now a man with nothing left, nothing left but tears
He was the one they sought for sage advice
But the time has come, they’ve seen through his disguise
Eyes losing focus
Comforting embrace
Frozen in rust
Giving up the race
Re-entering, reversing in form
Unraveling
Unborn
Hanging by a fingertip
Growing tired and losing grip
At least we’ve come to the end of usefulness
Return unto a state of unknowing bliss
Existing only as and because others perceive
Fragmented daylight
Island in the storm
A backward fight
Flesh and spirit torn
Recycling, reversing in form
Unraveling
Unborn