Time to run out and find the second hands
Does it even matter that we are waking a line
Counting down on a timer
If only I was talking about life and not something so much more painful
Because annuals bloom annually
And taxes ruin each April flower
While the grains of sand keep dancing down
And some things die too quickly now
What year is it?
It feels like its been 1969 for far too long
And the new moon is beginning to get kinda old
This feeling isn't really mine
I and you, we are not really in time
Fallen through the cracks we dance in the starry space
Between seconds and years and inches and lightyears
We sing in the silence and think not of tomorrow
Because when we crash through the ceiling again
And fall into the floor
Fall in time again
We will feel it again
The ticking time bomb that is the clock
But for now we will not worry
About what tomorrow will bring
We will let tomorrow worry about itself
Just stay here in this moment
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