Mind and time
Mind and time
Is it true? That the relief you feel is just a ghost? That the hand you hold is just your own. Your fear of life is just alone, the abyss of your eyes never meet the same. You've put your light out and relight it, this cycle continues and you havent a clue. You cant be afraid of life and tell the truth, you're self aware but to whom? You tell ones who are paid to listen, but not the whole truth.
Not the burning church with the laughter and the cheers, Both smiles in your eyes and freedom from your mouth, you hear the worries but no ones reacting, you need to relax. Take a moment and breath, whom are you talking to? I see her and I feel her, even when had breath she wouldnt give you CPR! Why would you care about the skin of the being whose life was never aimd at you for an audience!? Another Christmas, new year, valentines with the cat.
The only significants in which the lines havent blurred, Are you really doing that again!? Its not even Thanksgiving yet. What day is it? Does that matter? Do you have somewhere to be? Oh right appointments, such a rich and fulfilling life you have.... you know if you don't want to be apart of this then their are meds to- wait! What day is it? Why is it sun outside? Why are there fireworks? What day is it?! Why? Why does that matter? Has there been an emergency?! If so what the hell are you going to do?
The new teammate on the payroll will put you on so many things youre going to be in a box drooling. No! What!? I said NO! I know what day it is! I know what time it is and you have flown so close to the sun that your wings are clip! Youll be back at step one soon! No! I won't! And if I slip I still have my calendar and my clock!
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