Static
Forever lost in space and time,
These stagnant seconds are divine.
With steady hand and shaky mind,
Pursuing something we’ll never find.
Drawn out hours that never cease,
The mental crypt allows no release.
Passing moments as best we can,
Devising yet another ill-thought plan.
Time stands still for those that wait,
Unable to face their looming fate.
Evading restrictions of endless rules;
Brushing shoulders with mindless fools.
Forever lost in space and time,
Those static seconds were divine.
Forever wishing we could rewind:
This is the delusion of our kind.
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