If Not This Time

Since time forgot To turn the lock and let me Enter. My soul is deaf And trained in thirst, so I will Slither Under, through, around the Cracks. Tiny seams, no door locks. If not this time, Maybe the next. Since light neglected To be reflected and let me see. My soul has glasses, perceives the masses that Should Wither. Piercing through, around the haze. Pillared clouds drift away. If not this time, Maybe the next. Since love's rejection destroyed perception And Left me free. My soul, it ruled it. My brain, it pulled it down to Cinders. Growing new senses To feel. Seeing and hearing all that is real. If not this time, Maybe never