A Head Of Time

I can feel what’s coming, what resides around corners you see.
I can see what you forgot yesterday, and what has made its home in your fears today.
I can sense that dense beyond, and where it lays its head in waiting.

A head of time is not what you think it to be.

I can create you a home, what your name is born to.
I can shut doors and open spaces, what you where made for.
I doubt your faults entirely, with what everyone remembers of you.

A head of time is not what your feel it to be.

I can, and I always will, bring you time.
I will, and always be absolute, and what will be after today.
I am the day of the eternal, the year of the many and the ruler of life. I am a head of time.