The Present is always Passed

Again the tide has fallen,

To swallow all those trodden,

A sound that felt so distant,

Is now a lone resident.

Prayer is not a solution,

Without which there is a potion,

The time is right for toil,

Now we shall run the soil.

Tamed are those who wander,

To search for heaven in yonder,

Create in heaven a light,

One that will last the fight.

A brave old heart is left,

To fight among the dead,

Generations have passed on him,

And now the present is grim.

The present is always passed,

Among the ones not fast,

The time has drawn upon,

The one who is carried along.

Those in mind get higher,

For one that’s not desired,

A dust settles on them,

To cast a spell of stem.

Try however they would,

It will not be understood,

To those who don’t take air,

Will be left without despair.