Minds Emit Time

Time, the divine Touches, tickles, and caresses memory of present-blind So nice, so kind It is what makes them so blind Replay Reminisce Melt within your mind Fast forward or rewind Hope it is bliss, in which you, yourself, and you find Ravel, Roll, and hide The unpleasantness inside Leave the place now forgotten Fly from fear you childish stork Flee from where past and present do fork Currents that now do turn can stain a soft face with paint so stern The illusion time And time the illusion The composer of a blinded minds delusion Notes weave sweet symphonic confusion Essence of infinite profusion A lovely sweet escape A delayed bitter contusion