Time is a dragon, burning you relentlessly.
The fire blacks out periods you lived repeatedly.
If you could have them back the dragon bites imperiously.
The past is gone, just embers of song.

What you live through is there for you, you can’t have it again.
To double back would cause blowback in the wages of sin
but what you wish, a frozen dish served to a dozen men.
Sweet is revenge, when you’re unhinged.

You want to fly the dragon.
You wish to manipulate destiny.
You want to control the dragon.
Time does not swing as your plaything.

The dragon knows. In deep repose, she suspects all your plans.
And still she waits without debate, the plot is in your hands.
Her claws are clean, behavior seen as naive, curious.
She waits to know how you’re gonna go.

The future waits for time to chime in and lurch ahead,
to blast the past and kick your ass until you come off dead.
It doesn’t seem your guts are streaming out like you’ve been shred.
It seems you have the time to commit your crime.

You get to fly the dragon.
Revisit all your memories.
Avenge what you want in the past.
Fix history through your victory.

Now you control the dragon.
You can revenge what you need to.
Fix anything that happened.
Transform the earth for all it’s worth.