There is a time and a season for all things done under this sun

In brief beautiful moments we walked beside one another arguing mostly but it was fun

I never met another person quite like you, you are a shattered little man

You are smart but there is lots about things you don't understand

Just a man, we are always on the potters wheel

However I believe there is a certain number of turns on this thing and when you slow down you can feel

I feel the chugs of this engine have seized and the brakes are in place

The deceleration of this engine and I will find myself in an eternal space


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