Tick tock, the clock says,
The search is not yet over,
But gone are the days,
When they were there for her.
Is there an absolute truth?
In a pursuit like this,
Amidst the battle within the head,
And the convulsion inside the heart.
I lay the options beneath the sand,
Until there was nothing there,
Until everything was gone,
Nothing that I really want.
Time is nothing but a revolution,
A force that was never on my side,
A tired wheel filled with memoirs,
Running like a mad man in marathon.
Since the start of this voyage,
No object is happier than beer,
Because there’s no love to find but war,
And yet, I’m supposed to keep in looking.