At night, this mindless army, Rides unbroken by descent,Is moved into action, And their pace does not relent,In step with great precision, These dancers of the night,Advance against the darkness, How implacable their might!Eyes undulled by moon, Their arms and legs akimbo,They walk and live, hoping soon, To take surface from this limbo,Their minds anticipating the dawn of the day,Shall never know what's waiting near, inside, away,Too far to see!Senses dimmed in semi-sentience, Only wheeling through this place,Only seeing fragmented images, Prematurely curtailed by the brain,But breathing, living, knowing, In some measure at least,The soul which roots the matter, Of both beauty and the beast,From what two-socked blood of murder spring, From what flesh and blood of passion,All caught in the air with a brand new love swing, In deadly but delicate fashion,And every range of feeling is there in their dream,And every logic's reeling in the force of their scream,The senses sting!And though I may be dreaming and reality stalls,I only know the meaning of sight and that's all,And that's nothing!The chords of the night, Unarticulously encrypting,Dark scavengers to the fall, In time the whole world,Will taste this sacred thought, Into the singular air!The song you've all heard is a simple game, And it's up to you to mark out!Master, learn master, now the dancing dead, Must make a shelter of their secure beds,Into a slumber, whose steps they tread, As if the ground they tread,Would give way beneath the solemn weight, Of their perfection!I'd search the hidden corners, Of all this world,To make a reason of the sensory world,If I only had time!But soon the dream is ended!I'd search the hidden corners, Of all this world,To make a reason of the sensory world,If I only had time!If I only had time!If I only had time!If I only had time!If I only had time!If I only had time!If I only had time!Tonight, before you lay down,To the weakness of your sleep,Then you will journey on forever,To the drop of a dream!But as the hour is nearing the end,The cold heart is barely old,Does your body rise in service,With no one to send you home?These waiting dreams of life and death,In the mirror of salted and bottled,Lashes flicker, a catch of breath,In white sanding and the knuckles,The obvious, the awful, shake their limbs and their limbs,And the way I must talk, I can place no excuse,Not to rise again!In the corners of the night, time, I belong,I'd like to have danced, to that moonlight song,In the end, I too must pay the cost of this life,If all is lost, none is known,And how could we lose what we've won our own?For it's the talent and knowledge that I could find,Unravel all the mysteries of mind!If I only had time!If I only had time!But still my time is ended!Ended!Ended!Ended!Ended!Ended!