Thursday, February 28, 2013

Landscaper

Moving at such a break-neck speed
My body tells me to slow the fuck down
But my heart tells me to keep going
Again
And although I never truly stopped
Just coasted a bit in past months leading up
It's all happening so fast
And so slow
Warping
Morphing
What day really is it?
Moving mountains
Moving mountains
Moving mountains
Does it really matter, the day and the time?
So long as I've eyes to see
A mind to think
And a heart to guide
The essence of time itself
Is almost nothing
Because either way it's gonna pass
21 days since my last written down emotion
And the landscape has changed




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