Time, my cruel mistress lives by the sea,
Hoarding Minds and Masks in jars,
Playing a sad game with me.
Hoping to fill the void, still searching for youth,
I'll borrow this one and that one,
Well aware, my nemesis is Truth.
Wise words, her tune I long to dance,
Warm and inviting-I jump at the chance.
A new day, a promise, she has a task for me!
You are to crawl out on the limb of that tree.
Overlooking the ocean-feel the wind from the sea?
Wear the Brave Mask and The Addled Mind,
Hold on tightly now-see what you find.
Look closely, do you feel it?--You are out of Time!