The Keeper

27 Nov 2020

ElleryHolmes
They're driving, down, down memeroy lane.

He doesn't want to, but it's all in vain.

He tries to ignore it, looking away

His eyes get caught in a sunshine's ray.



The car drives on, on they drive;

The motor is rumbling, a mumbling hive.

The car drives on the road of live

And while they drive all live will thrive.



The road goes on and time flies by.

He knows he must look, must seek, must keep.

As time flies by, the memories die.

They fade, him not looking, tears on his cheek.



The car drives on, on they drive;

The motor is rumbling, a mumbling hive.

The car drives on the road of live

And while they drive all live will thrive.



He must decide, take on his burden grand

As it keeps falling, the hourglass' sand.

Must see what's hidden, bittersweet and dark.

Must see because he wears The Keepers Mark.



The car drives on, on they drive;

The motor is rumbling, a mumbling hive.

The car drives on the road of live

And while they drive all live will thrive.



He knows he must look, must seek, must keep.

As all are precious, each memory worth

Of seeing, of keeping, of building this earth.

And he looks, he seeks the universe deep.



Each memory is seen, his grasp doesn't quiver

As his path goes on the endless river

Of time and being, of love and war.

'Cause he is The Keeper and time is his core.

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