Healer

Time
I've learned to appreciate you
Though I never listened to your advice
I know you are the greatest healer
But are forced to rip from me
My vice

It's not like simple surgery
For I am still awake
And often cling quite stupidly
To what you wish to take

Though I know that what you want to do
is right

Though I may end up cut and bleeding
Sometimes I'm happy when I fall
And I may only get up eventually
Because Time:
you are the greatest healer of them all

Who would be so foolish as to fight against eternity
When the evaporation of hearts and minds is an inevitability
Dr Time
please be patient with us
for it's hard for us to understand
That what feels so deep and immediate
can be so fleeting
and we are forced to hold your hand
As you march us toward the only forever
we can ever hope to know

Though you may drag me roughly on the ground
I'll still refuse to rise
for though you may be very wise
I won't want to heed your call
Although Time, you are the greatest healer of them all

You may be the greatest healer
But why can't you anaesthetize?
I know that what you want is right
but inside
I still look into the eyes
of that which you would have me forget

Whether habit
or obsession
or the cause of my depression
or a form of self expression
I don't care for your repression

So let me keep my heart and mind
You know I'll fight you to the death
Because sometimes I feel
That my heart and mind
are all that I have left

Or if you feel that you must take them,
then drop me on some future plain
with my chest and head already empty
so I'm way beyond the pain.

Either get me past this quickly, Time
or don't help me at all.
You may be a great healer,
but Time:
You're still the most vicious
soulless
killer of them all