(G.P II) Every Day New Born - Part II

Mirroring all my dreams, I sit
I think I did a good deed being born alone
I see the writing on the wall
That some day soon is the time
To wake up.

I see the writing on the wall
The futuristic trumpet, it stands and shouts
”Once in sometime comes a time to be
A time to wake up, even though late -
Tell me, would the sweet music stay?”

Time to wake up
Follow them fading tyre tracks, sand clocks
And the little bird of the wicked time
Hear them say ‘law of conservation of happiness’
As their hands are busy building the highway …