All in Due Time

So when you feel low like an ember
And hope feels cold like december
Falling impatient like a timber
A wise man said to remember
It's all in due time
Everything's in due time
Sweat and tears
They water the vine so
It's all in due time

I'm Jaded
While constantly numbing subconscious with time
It's hard to align when you're Faded
Inclined to remind of thoughts intertwined
Sutures that bind Creation
This mission you chose to drive
You'll steer and veer another collision
But your hands were tied
Atmospheric conditions left to collide
Times up - its due! I'm goin all in
The faith in the bluff lies the cards in my hands
I'm slippin' the spades in my cuff
Deuces to those; they don't understand
I'm reforming in waves, resounding in phase
To stop myself from drowning
I'm knighting the ocean, crowning the seas
Quiet tides from pounding
Now I found it
A soul that's left is pulled from the brink
I have to rethink the actions I take
I weakened the chain to break from the link
If Newton's alive and fails to report
Fasten the line on Schrödinger's sail
A drop in the sink
A nail on Titan acute in molecular scale
Confined to this room
These load-bearing walls are left insulated with lies
A venomous viper that rips through your skin
A false sense of hope left ground to arise
It's never too soon
So push yourself up - try to perceive with your mind
The snake is a sledge and your palm is a blister
You're asking the question of dead or alive
Remember to think; you're never alone
This ember can heat a coal in December
So fuel the flame, fight for the hope
Don't lie there impatiently waiting for timber
Destroy the wall! Connect with the cinder
Consuming the rubble for paths to refine
I need you to remember
It's all in due time

So when you feel low like an ember
And hope feels cold like december
Falling impatient like a timber
A wise man said to remember
It's all in due time
Everything's in due time
Sweat and tears
They water the vine so
It's all in due time

From a cusp of leaves a bud swells; bowing spine with its expression
Soul teems at paper-thin embryo, razors sense lightning from the edges
It's yawning life; calling out to be carried untied as it stretches
Sequestered in Gaia to play a role; a prize to be ingested
A bird a javelin! springs from an illusionist's hands
To lance and pluck, wings in periphery bloom; contributing expanse
Divine spirit puppets numberless materials through such riveting dance
Its iterations at odds - evening furtive formulas - configuring chance
Where will it land
After the new generation be rallied
Fibonacci galaxies fan possibilities, blazing Phoenix finales
Granting opportunity boundless; the baby stirs to make its tallies
Marking a plan of a hatch - patient instinct guides the shoots' valleys
So far it's come from its mother, in this journey from her limbs
If it was capable of wonder, I think it would ask whether where its been
Had any similarities to her travels to unravel what she is
Strong, beautiful, giving the ultimate gift: to exist But since it can't
And it's finally found its home
It sends its strands down the loam; hounding sprout to prowl the glow
With mouths quietly howling growth; jousting for their own
The cycle continues - showers - taken back to flower souls

So when you feel low like an ember
And hope feels cold like december
Falling impatient like a timber
A wise man said to remember
It's all in due time
Everything's in due time
Sweat and tears
They water the vine so
It's all in due time
It's all in due time
Everything's in due time
Water the vine
Everything's in due time
Water the vine