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Poetry By: moonphish

tick talk

Submitted:Jul 21, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   

you can chart your course precisely

or just set off to the sun
and you might be in the same place
when you find the race is run
you can make a case for heaven
you can make a case for hell
but time is a blind river
where its roams, no one can tell
you can hope to sense a pattern
or to weave your own design
but the strangest journey ever
is the one inside your mind
you may waver in a windstorm
or go straight to where you're bound
but time's a falling apple
that is sure to hit the ground
you can write a score of music
or just whistle in the dark
you can serve your notes in perfect pitch
or warble like a lark
some will whisper like they're praying
some will echo like a gong
but time's a tune you're singing
so you'd better sing it strong


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