Old man time.
He calls the shots. He knows all there is to know. Pipe pressed against his chalky lips and weathered brow.
Musty smells in the forever forest
That’s where he lives. Old man time.
He calls lonely souls to sit and drink with him. To while away the hours before the final curtain falls.
He keeps the water hot and fire ablaze
Welcome, safe and warm
In the darkest hours of the night
When all the owls are sleeping,the fire blazes on
If your still there in the morning as the birds greet the sun
You are free to go and live your life anew
If not you are trapped by old man time
A forever beating of a dying heart