There is impatience
Caught fast against the tide
Watching the planets align
Knowing the old age has passed
Seeing illusory time pass
Viewing the fallen leaves clutter the hall
Desperate to wander the garden once more
But all seems to be lost
The chance seems to be passed
The necromancer watches his life pass by
And ... doubt fuel indecision
The thief of time rife in the library
Permitting manuscripts to turn to dust
The clock hands are still now
And ... he has yet to learn what it all was for
The spider's web deceived him
All of those choices to make
And the meander lead him to despair
He grapples with malaise
And ... finds it impossible to escape
The rut is too deep
Yet truth fills his dreams in sleep
His form forgotten
He retrieves his ideals on another dimension
Only to return ... to recover this form
Because he is programmed to be this way
But his initial thought is still free
Captured in this form to be seen
To be recognised
But he remembers now that realisation
He is trapped no more
With that certainty
He wanders the hall
And crosses that old threshold
Again the youth
Again viewing the garden
Knowing which herbs to digest
Which scents to inhale
He is preparing to soar once more
He will not be restrained ...
For this is his dream after all
Remembered thoughts to embrace
A quest forgotten recalled
A saunter revisited
He is what was before
Nothing has changed
He can recover that direction ....
