You will leave, when it’s time.
Not a single second soon.
You will see what you will see.
Not a single scene left out.
You will be with whom you will.
Not a single soul would fade.
It’s a story that’s been told-
Upon centuries on end.
It’s been written someplace else-
Where we’ve never ever known.
It’s a telos, so-called fate!
Something doubt cannot attain.
Can you see beyond the seas?
Can you capture something true?
The ocean’s draught; the fire’s cold-
Is that something you could feel?
The weaves of thunder, silent waves-
Are they things you can behold?
A naked soul, a loving heart-
Would you leave right at the door?
If you knew it were tomorrow-
Would you leave it all aside?
That which pained your every second;
That which tore apart your hope?
Would you smile upon the lies-
That you’ve told, you will have told?
Would you be what you have been-
That you have hidden, have not shown?
Can you breathe upon this breeze-
That is here this very moment?
Can you see that which is present-
This thing that’s to be seen?
Will you be with me this second-
Will you leave right now? It’s time.