O Time Thy Pyramids

A time of day,
a moment in a season,
a second under the sun.

No matter the reason, we're all undone.
The waves of time charged to wash us away,
We are but grains of sand on the shoreline.

This worldly womb is our tomb,
this plight our right.
The flaws of flesh,
are our glorious might.

Make a knot then,
to know our humanly case well,
for the net no matter how far wide cast,
cannot catch silence.

And we have been silent,
among the ruins of our souls.
O time, thy pyramids,
shall show us how.

Take pride common man,
thou days are numbered.
By law you live but a second,
but by will you may last forever.