Time of Decision

Poisons of poisons
Right in front, a temptation.
Knife of knives
Handed, in a table,
Waiting to be picked up.

You haven't learned yet, maybe
Of the thing called mystery.
You're in between
Pulled by heaven and earth,
In the mid of time and space.

This state of decision,
Causes all the confusion.
This art, this void,
This ever changing form.
We are strangers from reality.

Stop time, stop all else
This time make it right, make sense.
Rest your head from thinking,
And your body from distress.
Know that it's all taken away, and just give it away a kiss...