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The time ticks tocks
To the clocks
Where every two hands
Picks a spot
To lay down n rot
Between that n birth
We find a flock to squawk
To take flight or fight
That moves our heart to what's right
Never hoping for the wrong
Ever hopping to our song
Don't cease to exist
Because life is a risk
A risk that should be taken
Where time cures all wounds
And cured bacon smells like food

The end


The symmetry of the mind 
Is to not be behind
Not to be in front
But to be in time
In rhythm
Constant groove
Of the ocean's waves
When the wind sways
The branches of a 1000 year old tree
To bring u on your knees
As beauty was felt fresh
From the picking of morning flowers
Give into it without any thought
Let it weave through u
Like u were to be woven in fabric of time
And space

Followers of Lay Duc