I seem to be finding myself
talking to the powers that be,
awaking the shade and shadowed under the towering trees.
Admirering the seen, inhailing fumes of flowers that breath.
Jet lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep,
although my blood shot whites and iris's they never find
any.
Clock stops at times where the sun shine can blinde many.
Although my eyes are heavy, the wont be closing soon.
Cause I know that time waits for nobody,
I s'pose its true.
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