An Unknown puzzling thought
One must calibrate
Then measure and calculate
With answered questions
Be it right or be it wrong
It is answered in your mind
You do not think as others do
these questions belong to you
A gift given to your mind
You move and wonder
In your own time
Not belonging to others
When paths are crossed
Confusion sets in
A recalculation of time
Eyes with sounds of mystery
Encourages new calibrations
Transforming into history
With the future never appearing
This gift of the present
Only last until your time
Runs Out
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