...Ripples on My Conscience...

Riding on the split tongue of a serpent,
I see you shrinking back in fear,

Now, I can see through the thickness of your skin,
blunt is your vision, still

Not a stranger are you to me,
I was you, before i was "Now"

beware of these ropes that move around you,
once they were threads that you wove, sitting in your closet

You think, the ladder takes you higher
but, Nether lies the rope tied to the key

Key to escape this sand clock,
grains of sand, are all your thoughts.

Now, I see you coming miles ahead
a Surprise, you can never be.

fuel is all i am, burning through this incessant metamorphosis
No wonder, you can never touch me.