Fighters of Time
Time rushes past leaving naught behind
But sometimes being a free soul was a curse in itself
We followed no authority of the time
Did that make us foolish?
As they say 'What doesn't move with time perishes,'
Fighting with time was a fool's errand
For it was ruthless to its defiers
With just a few moments of life left
There was no regret to be found in our hearts
With freedom not far from sight
Shining like a bright white light
Welcoming us with its warm embrace
For we were the fighters of the time
FOOLISH AND DEAD