If Time Is Madness Let It Rave Poem by Captain Cur

If time is madness let it rave
It only took and never gave;
Promises whispered then the blow
We think we lost what we don't own,
Colossal as its presence seems
It has no vision, it has no dream,
It has no voice, it cannot speak,
Our minds make strong what should be weak
Lacking substance it has no shape,
It has no home, it drifts apace,
It causes stress that subtle strain
That weighs the heart and clouds the brain,
In appearance it looks intent
Deceit its only sacrament,
It cannot heal, not balm nor salve,
Into nothingness it will dissolve.