Lost My Horizon!

Lost My Horizon!

Here I stand watching
The setting sun submerge
Yet unknowingly emerge
Beyond the realms
Of my imagination
Can I rise once again?
I wonder
When I am at the end asunder
Time ceases to be for me,
Where then in the cauldrons’
Of fiery sunshine
where once I basked
Shall I stand?
As time does me raise
But not a shred of drop erase
that which once came in surges
Now nothing emerges
Upon the emptiness the desolate
Sands of time
I lay my entrails to be consumed
Tis my imagination
That time alone shall never resume,
Albeit how erroneous was my thought
In the power of ego
My mind was wrought
Now in the doldrums
The garbage bins of everlasting time
My remains if anyone does taste
Tis time to recycle
Oh life!
What a stupified waste.