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In a central course of flowing time
It takes my mind, this to rewind.
To unfold beauty into everything
Would be a thing to be ashamed,
To make amends for all my hands
I’d be alone without a damn.
In my own world; alone and flowing
My stomach trembles without knowing
Who will be next and who will be right
My stomach only smells this fright.
Where will I go to be afraid,
I’m home alone and I’m insane
So now I need something to calm
The soothing feeling of a mom
Within this life there comes a time,
But without time, there are no rhymes
Writing takes life with more than bliss,
It takes emotion, from emotionless
Take a penny, roll it down;
Of the poorest people, some don’t frown.
Without a world you’re all alone,
This time is for all to atone.
In time is distance, and distance far.
The longer traveled, the more you scar.
Heal these wounds and cease to live,
Upon one day, this is all there is.
To live a life as full as this,
You must have, a life of bliss.
Not to see the good in all,
But to feel the chance to stand tall
When the time comes, know how to preserve
These memories, which you have earned.
When words are no longer good
A man has walked the path he could.
With an ending there is no tomorrow.
In the afterlife there is no sorrow.