Immune to persuasion, her reach spanned too far
And stretched through the ether her insatiable arms
While tracing the grains as they pour from her hands
I balance my actions on invisible stands
Of all to be known, who will be shown?
I just smile and say “in time"
But I crave the release in those secrets
There's no way to wrestle intangible hands
So I pour down mola**es to hinder my ants
But I'd lay it all down and say "There's nothing else"
I'm no marionette, no I carry myself
As we sniff down each road in search of the stone
I sit tight, with open eyes
But they crave something sweet in those secrets
I smile and say "in time"
But I crave the release in those secrets