Seconds

Young boy hiding in a locker room
 A pencil in his hand
 Grinding circles into the wall
 He doesn't understand
 Why the others treat him as invisible
 Or they punch him with their smiles
 He dreams of a place where there is no shade
 A platform to be seen for miles
 Close your eyes
 Let the moments pass
 Like sand grain seconds
 Through an hourglass
 Young boy climbing to a desert high
 A message in his hand
 Tracing circles around the clouds
 His destiny is planned
 Would the airwaves choke when it made the news?
 Would the television sigh?
 Ghost reporters in a bitter sun
 Taking lessons in the way to die
 Better to forget than to comprehend
 Imagination colliding with real
 Gone without a trace from an empty place
 Leaving nothing sacred, nothing to reveal
 Damon dancing into the light
 A microphone in his hand
 Turning circles across the stage
 They move to his command
 And the audience doesn't know about that day
 When he gambled with the sacred breath
 But his blood runs sober as the curtains fall
 Like the sand upon the face of death
 Better to remember and memorize
 Every motion that carried you here
 Couldn't change the time only your state of mind
 As the scars upon your spirit disappear
 When your world begins to fray
 When the rules refuse to play
 Somewhere there is promise for another serving
 When the soul begins to bleed
 A moment is all you need
 Long enough to feel the weight of your decision
 Hesitate and regain your vision
 Seconds separate you from the fall
 Save a moment