The tragedy of time

Talking about what time is, an ilusion created by men which traps them in their own jails.

The tragedy of time.

What are the hours of the kind gazelle
that grazes unaware of the lion´s eyes.
Do you believe predators or their game,
are subjects of your silly god of time,

What time is it, when will life commence,
what sun,clock or watch ever made you think.
That one day you´ll die and will never more,
enjoy the blue sea or the roses pink.

You still believe in time, you mortal fool,
from past to present from morning to noon.
You still believe in future, and it´s lot,
so you deserve your boredom and your little boss.
Your little boss.

This filter, mesh of lies upon your thoughts,
may well deceive your ant, a bee or your dog,
bu wise men tell your ancestors once,
ignored such law while they sang and danced,

they sang and danced, as fools saints or wild,
and didn´t know the time for none there was,
so come sing and dance, and lose your time,
because the day you found it, you were lost.

You still believe in time, you mortal fool,
from past to present from morning to noon.
You still believe in future, and it´s lot,
so you deserve your boredom and your little boss.
Your little boss...