Thursday, April 4, 2013

Matters


The tick of the clock has the words to say
That time is running out today
As we stop we must see
That time has a hold of you and me
And I must say that sound does as well
You can see this by the frequency of a bell
Life always lies within a vision
and yet fear when the dreams create a collision
These matters seem to be so slight
But these are the ways within our sight
The changing seasons have never left
Only possible by an attempted theft
The color can leave a place
If each area is just a useless space
Life and death the cycle goes round
With time, color, vision, and sound

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