Time

 

If the time stops being honest ever,

Could the secrets that choose to hide under its quilt, quiver?

 

Oh! The questions that'll be asked to dare

And the compulsion would be an answer to believe.

 

But the time would always opt to play sane,

Loyal or not,

Control the wounds and uncage the pain.

 

The parameters,

Past, present and future will always be forgotten,

And time, you dear fools,

 

Will always lie in the drawers that can't be opened...