Sublime Subliminals
Numbers reveal themselves in mass
as it's time for you to shine
All of the digits are adding up in these
shortened quickened times
Slumbering has gone past its prime
as we awake from liquid dreams
Clocks move forward while going back
to the beginning of timely things
It seems we've all been colored jade
in the pursuit of illusive green
None the wiser to the illusions because
they suit our twisted dreams
Read the words as if they're painted
upon a face you call a sign
In between the canvas & work of art
exists the space to paint the mind
You must be blind to all the eyes
that want to pry into your time
I can see them begging to be observed
like the hands on clocks saluting time
It's time to rise with morning light
like blazing flames with heads of steam
Just know you can train yourself to win
no matter how cold or hard it seems
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