-Time-
Dreams next to the edge, seems courage has frozen
expect to fetch the glass, path has been chosen
Signs and omens, aligned and broken
Minds are open, magnified and stolen
Time moving slow yet it's flying,
hands move too fast time is dying,
the pen can't keep up with the seconds,
the river bedding nearing the ending,
almost midnight, frost and fright
host the fight, freedom or flight
caught in the warm sand, wings are broken
Fought untill the end, the air is choking
face to face with the basilisk
amazed the maze while the catilist
transformed over time into a pen
mashed forward inclining the end
but when I lend the time my power
it sends me sand with extra hours
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