Sour to my phase
Stuck on one
Down to none
Power in a gaze
Of the son
In need of a deed
Without the pain
I can stand to gain
Or maybe I can refrain
From counting the grains
Of sand
Falling from my hand
Landing on the whole land
Spanning all of time
Is the open mind
Of all humankind
Shinning in the grime
Time
Where we live in our head
To remember our dead
Failing what they said
Failing to be lead
To THIS
Forward moving mess
That ends the rest
Of us who shed
The gripping fear of death
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