Emotions flood the room,
That dam was never going to hold.
Everyone is pointing out the dismay in the appearance.
The restoration is not complete yet all alarms are going off.
Time maybe up,
Time may have never been on my side.
Just give me an inch!
Your ether throwing hints.
Alternatively, my eyes are playing tricks; I will be the last to know the truth.
Lead is in the water so is the paint thinner cleaner?
The golden son is losing time; the clock is days late and an hour hand short.
I have spent most nights exchanging ideas with simpler men,
Everyone notices I have gone insane.
Fever dreams, delusions of grandeur, I will be the last to define what this truly means.