I've found myself thinking
about time in general
And its led me to believing
that it's a fickle thing
I've watched the world pass by me
like a set of speeding trains
Unable to change what's happening
or even to make sense of it all
Yet then i've watched it crawl by
like a snail so steady and slow
and found myself wishing
for things that I don't know
nor need
or even want
My beliefs i find are changing
as trickling as the wind
and time has a way of seeming
to move on without end
so when i finaly understand
why time first stops then starts
may i always know my heartland
and always follow my heart.
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