Severed lives
Cut by invisible falling knives
Bad times
Go in and out like the tide
Happy and sad so close together
I see them side by side
I have the ability to stop time
That’s right
Maybe I have lost my mind
But a moment can linger for ever
The hands on the clock
Are but two small lines
No one's there
Just air
So who cares
In this mind
were sown the seeds of time
Ears
Always listening to your fears
Hides behind a mask
To cover what's inside
Can't see the hands
That grip so tight
(26/11/07)
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