Time is the Fire
time is the fire consuming life
a conquest of diminishing light
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The sky was hanging in the clouds
the sun was shining a bit too loud
the breeze was moving through the trees
life was worth the living
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Standing still or still standing
Life runs in circles
weeks
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the task at hand
Lost in a moment
my focus gets hazy
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I had a thought
but it escaped me
though it is gone
it still plagues me
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ANGER was a man NOONE could understand
even though OTHERS tried SORROW could get inside ANGER holds to no purpose though NOONE gets below the surface
where ANGER keeps the peace that SORROW seems to release
ANGER seeks to escape from SORROWS empty gaze
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Theres a lady over there
see her sitting in that rocking chair
from early morning to late night
All she does is sit, rock and stare
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