Lost in Time

Souls lost in the mist of time,
Walking down a fading line.
Wisdom flowing from their eyes,
Turns to rain caught in the sky.

Looking up I see them now,
I see my place in line.
Dreading the end of my existence,
Resisting the pull of the divine.

The reaper now owns my soul,
There is no turning back.
One last glance is all I’m granted,
One glance back to a world of black.

Eternity seems so small,
When you look it In the eyes.
My only hope is to live forever,
But the fountain is lost in the tide.