The Coin of TimeTies that bind hope to will…
Wake me up with flawless skill.
Helped by songs of nature’s art…
I jumped, I rush, to meet my part…
The realm awaited, my eyes to see…
What lies within, what lies for me.
An inheritance lost inside a lock…
With no combination, or obvious key…
But the illusion was broken, lost by the dim…
And the cage did open, or at least so it seems…
For the truth which was spoken, was sad and grim…
“We live in holes, and cracks of dreams…”
1 comment:
and so the sand fall, and when the glass is all empty we just turn it over, and over again...until one day...the glass brokes and the sand gets out...
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