wished time back...

My words being separated
My vision marinated
All I require is some mead
So I can bring forth my lost creed.

Every croon I take is an escape
Every rhyme faced, getaway
It's prime for another one
It's time for her chosen one
All he has been, it's been separated.

Words spoken unturned
sight whispered unheard
Seems to me I have bitten my time,
Time lost, Time flies
Time's gone it shall never come by.