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I watch life in a timely fashion, but what does that mean,
Does it mean I watch time, is it reality or a dream,
I depose scribes from my soul,
A special symphony that'll never get old,
Something you can't forge through rock or stone,
But, from the mental comforted by tissue and bone,
Transcribed from within me, my inner peace,
Watching people vibe as I speak,
Am I knowledgable that you wouldn't believe,
Words that soften hearts, equipped to put your mind at ease,
In the image of time, a hourglass. My sand is draining,
Faced with myself, words are paining,
Words mean't to dismantle peace,
But what's left, an inevitable sleep,
Guess I'll wait until for someone on the same page,
But until then I'll just be Prepping My Stage.
