The Last Tango

At the end of the day, I close my eyes,
The future drops by to say hi and dies;
The past pays me a brief revisit too,
Reminding me how painfully time flies.

The times gone by circle around a pyre,
Dancing till the flames grow ice-cold;
The times yet to come rise, revive it,
And take me where possibilities unfold.

I try to awake from the dream – denied,
I claw from within the casket – in vain;
My vanity succumbs to my predicament,
And existence admits to being mundane.

Past and future return for an encore,
Tango in the ashes, in a state enchanté;
Shackled, I am but a prisoner of sleep,
Whether I’m numb or dead, who’s to say?