A Stop In Time
A quiet day sneaks behind you as the world is but the same.
The predictions to your beginning were nothing but a lapse of decay.
Seeking for a sense of purpose, we confine ourselves in such a relative time,
But this is only for the end of mechanical function,
A glimpse of a kind-hearted soul lit up the tired room.
The spark of life set in the people around as they fly.
The infinite sky stretched a little further,
To those who couldn't remember meaning.
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