Time sleeps within me
Where lies the beauty in all my chaos?
The ugliness of my organization...
I sit and weep flowers
strong petals, like lotus blossoms...
why am I weeping?

I have not read in days, I have not slept in weeks,
the pollen issues from my insides like greed,
and once again I am back to the place I once used to lie,
in discontent and dismay,
I walk along the streets of a town that doesn't exist,
I run away from all of the exits,
fear drives me more than I do my car,
yet I weep again, wishing upon a star.

I am unsure of a lot of things,
but one I know,
time is a great manipulator,
we are slaves to its cause and effect,
It is the only thing that cannot be undone.
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