Armed

I do not know why

I am giving this to you

But here it is;

The number of days left

Instead of an ocean of time

I painted a house

- around you -

And locked the door

Left you at the shore

Until came the flood

The thought of time passing

Opened it for me

I had never known what i need

Or heard what you really meant

By saying that i live a house

That would collapse

By any minute to come

As if wahed away by that same flood

No more can time bring mercy, forgiveness,

Than ghosts can choose their houses to haunt

Or time be disarmed

Like a weapon to standstill

From these shores of time we'll be

Exiled into a place where things

Obey rules laid down

Laws that they are heavy like walls of stone