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When time devours our age
Like darkness to passing shadows
When to this life we become redundant
We move swiftly to the seashore
Waiting to be ferried for query
Where else shall we go from here?
If not the land beyond the sea,
Where blind men see clearer; Asamando
Your return or otherwise lies in the load you carry
In your body
Before the ageless council
If this world is but a set stage
With ceaseless going and coming
With ephemeral labour here,
And a short rest there…
For interrogations
Then we’re doomed
For the carrier canoe
Shall one day crash and sink
When time devours our age
Like darkness to passing shadows
When to this life we become redundant
We move swiftly to the seashore
Waiting to be ferried for query
Where else shall we go from here?
If not the land beyond the sea,
Where blind men see clearer; Asamando
Your return or otherwise lies in the load you carry
In your body
Before the ageless council
If this world is but a set stage
With ceaseless going and coming
With ephemeral labour here,
And a short rest there…
For interrogations
Then we’re doomed
For the carrier canoe
Shall one day crash and sink!