Tempo No Tempo

There is always a time in time when the body of man rots
And his tired, haunted soul sinks into the ground
And the wizard of luxury lowered his hood
Crying in a niche, a doormat of trash
Whims will not return

There was a time when time stopped passing
And a certain homo sapiens did not know how to take advantage of it
Crying, smiling, talking about being silent
Thinking about thinking when time stops passing

There is always a time in time when the body of man rots
And his tired, haunted soul sinks into the ground
And the wizard of luxury lowered his hood
Crying in a niche, a doormat of trash
Whims will not return

But if among tears you find yourself and think you are crying
This was the time when time is