Throwing curious thoughts off this endless abyss,
Thinking that there is no better time but this,
To scream out loud the feelings out doubt,
These times we move far from we can’t live without.
I feel no more pain nor joy too,
The approaching minute hand brings new thoughts of fear,
My curious colorful cacophony of thoughts in my mind,
Bring the ever so fearful future at hand.
Where do I go with all these captured thoughts?
Do they damn me to hell, or curse me abroad?
Can I touch them? See them? Hold them close?
Or where does it all go in the end of these shows?
The bottom is struck, and the feelings have come,
I’ve earned my keep and my only sum.
The clock is here at my front door,
Asking me for more, more, more.
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