Time to Time

This body is a trap.
It imprisons my soul
And all that it doles out to me
Is a simple wish so pure
Like metal without a cure
Free me when it's time;
Time is treacherous
Gifts are numerous
Like the ones to the mistresses
Difficult to leave
So stuck with his lies.
Open the mind's eyes
See the tunnel that is hidden
And the face at the other side.
Other side is untouched
Memories unlearned,
That would be
When it's time.