Free Time
By Neurosine
Time wrestles thoughts, trestles infinity, above opens doors, used to remind me, with pictures, dyslexic snapshots, glimpse of serenity... fluffy oblivious divinity, lost in another soul, didn't know, I drowned there. Couldn't move or speak freely, groove within me, know or see all the needs, up in me. Slowly I lift above this darkened cloud, unprotected, and allowed, anything I care to imagine. Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 12:34 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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"Time wrestles thoughts,..."