The Stealer

                   Time you old wheeler dealer

                   you really aren't much of a healer

                   you're more of an essence stealer

                   As you fade out thoughts and

                   dry up desires

                   and slowly dim the lights of

                   our dream fueled fires

                   Leaving us where?

                   in old bodies

                   plagued with aches and care

                   and whatever was that guiding light

                   now its signal is not so bright

                   It all wears down then the

                   intensities fade and scatter

                   and as for the whole crazy game

                   time withdraws the stage for it to matter