Slow
Time promises to be slow
Let it be a little more slower
This troubled world I shall let go
And my troubled mind shall be no longer
By itself shall all things ease
Lifting spirits away for a never return
Never again for a world to please
Simply relaxation from troubles earn
Maybe I’m living... maybe a dream
Matters not... perhaps matters so
I have seen... where have I been?
A world so cold... a dream for the soul
A united self against all odds
A thousand to one... a one against all
And I’m laughing at the thought
For its my slowed time I am to recall
Myself seem a no longer
As I find myself letting this world go
Did the world promises to be slower?
Yet my time... is already that be slow
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