I guess time changes
The hopes you have in store,
Or maybe
The hopes never change.
Things just...
rearrange.
A jigsaw
Muddled up,
Find the pieces
Back together again.
Time is precious
It passes us by.
Get caught in the static?
True enough
Your soul will die.
Scared?
Of what?
There's nothing to fear
The answer's here
In the present.
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