antiques and souvenirs,
time is in no man's hands.
painting a picture so it smears,
holding onto it like a few strands.
the time of the world,
is a sea full of sharks.
where we all go underworld,
to the deepness of the many darks.
hold on tight,
we are about to depart.
to the surface of what's bright,
soon we will restart.
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