a distant perspective

in eternity, where there is no time
nothing grows, not a thing can become
feel the rippling sounds of the record
set your needle forever young

out there beyond the borders
on swift flowing banks in mind
sweet summer blues are the waters
for nature, this is your time

every struggle seeks and bears witness
to a patient yet hasty turning tide
any questions pass by the sailor
where dreams drift on riverside

what’s a few million years but a fragment
of all hither and yon down the trail
‘I know who I am’ says ol’ Rust
and in death we wait without fail

down here we watched from a distance
how the world came along and went
faint ferris’ fade into smiles
and I knew then my illusion was spent