seeping
through the walls
these words assault your mind
to keep you out of this loop
I slowly create with this ink
to burn up and feel the ashes fall down
beyond these clocks
today doesn't end just because tomorrow started
and yesterday never really ended
it just sort of faded into dream
that we look at like some dusty picture we found in the attic
rewinding trying to remind me of what's behind me
but the past has passed so just let time be
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