I don't know

resting the soul,
as time goes by,
I go on and crawl,
through the mist nearby,
enslaving the mind,
purchasing time,
as I would try
if time stopped by
every once and a while.
with a glimpse of an eye
and a neotherical approach
through the war zone
moving like a roach
and seeing blame
on the top of an iceberg
that melts, and melts,
and it's swallowed by
it's own water
has time unfreezes,
and I dive into whatever
searching wherever
what time has to deliver