The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I fly over streets of places known,
And places not even Pelicans roam

I look at Time, and the moments I've seen,
Not as my past, or what might have been,
But more like a field of seeds I have sown,
Most of them dead, and some fully grown.

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ref
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Remembering nights of spring
Memories, fit for a King
I made them all up, now that I'm all grownup
Tall tales and all lies I spin
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"What the fuck, what u mean, you old fool',
Time is constant, always was, you too!"
There are amongst us, scardy cats who lack jewels,
I mean balls; who are too afraid to think, just mules.

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ref.
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Remembering nights of spring
Memories, fit for a King
I made them all up, now that I'm all grownup
Tall tales and all lies I spin
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But I digress, getting old, I guess
Stale, ancient, senecent, just a mess
I was talking about memories, how I regress

Time is fluid at quantum level, and so am I, I confess
Time is fluid at quantum level, and so am I, I confess

© Lord Kvakku