Time
By the lilac pond surrounded by green Standing on the bridge that was built centuries ago Is the man with the thousand faces I swear I saw him in a dream once Pinned on his chest The medal of so many wars Worn by the dead and the old It seems that time is creeping towards something infinite And whether the old or the dead have something to say about that It doesn't really matter The point is The lilac pond and the old bridge Are two puzzle pieces of different origin And the molecules you breathe Could've been from Alpha Centuri And what you have to say Could've been said centuries ago Or in California Whether you know it or not The end is never the end