Time Machine - Accept

The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings

Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings

Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed

Joining closer as we sifted with the sands of time

Paranoid dimensions, guilts fall into place

Driven by an unseen force, swelling into space

At beyond the rainbow, cross the Milky Way

Passengers without a choice, slowly turning grey

On through the night, shine on forever

Going insane as we ride the time machine

Waiting for no one, relative to none

Answering to not a thing, except the rising sun

Bouncing on this fabric, at the speed of light

Connecting points of future’s past, is its only plight

Passengers without a choice, hanging by a string

Spanning with the hands of time, flying without wings