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