Non-existent days

there's reason why
either you or I
hold to ourselves our own age

for neither can
hold in their hand
from the book of time a page

and bolder yet
I dare to set
the reason for dreamy haze

Linger do we
either you or me
in sought after, non-existent days

whence we came
all are the same
from pool, stars, or master's hand

yet we fight
scream, scratch, and bite
over what's above and below land

true it's said
we lost our head
as it rolled down the forgotten lane

truer yet
it rolls I bet
to rid itself of us and pain

here we sit
in woe and fit
unknowing of wisdom and its ways

worry not
time we had bought
in our search for non-existent days