Heart of Moss

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Breath

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Blow

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Let the past go.

Counting numbers from 1 to 1 million.
Counting sheep from 6 to 6 billion.

Watching time go past,
So very fast
Waiting for no one.
Not a one

Or a two

Certainly not a simple three.
But I'll let that be.

Time is quick
Pointless
I suspect it's not even real
Time is just something to give order to the masses.

Something for the stuck ups to chew on.
To have a control
No chaos

They can't just let it be that
when its light outside its day.

And when it's dark, it's night.

What is this afternoon?

These numbers from 12 to 12.

How is it a different time all over the world if time was a real thing.

There should be no concept of time because time is endless

days on day's end of wasted time.

Time limits

How do you limit time when you cannot touch time.

You can only grasp the idea of time but not time itself.

Time is just a tune
Time in just a rhyme
Time is just a clock

Ticking away painful days till our clock stops and we are doomed.

Because when the clock stops
The heart drops
And when the heart drops
The body flops
And when the body flops
The skies open up and were lifted above till we are high enough.

Now we are just drifting
Empty space my darling.

And it's decision time but of course not for us.

We just sit and float
Quite hush
Till we reach the verdict

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