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The Burden of Self
06:43
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I bury my pain deep within
And accept the life that I chose
A life in vain, although it’s true
Lost, I search for more
Longing ever grows
I accept myself, but must withdraw
And live a shallow life
Desire lingers on
And so I’m left behind, alone
A social construct I oppose
The burden of self, a heavy load
Hope’s flame now flickers
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Time is Fleeting
09:19
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Time is fleeting, like the wind
Like the arrow flying free
Swiftly carried by the breeze
Slowly brings us to our knees
Time is burning, like the sun
Glaring down through clouds astray
They long for cleansing of the rain
To come and break the mortal chain
Time is passing, like the storm
Like the sight of ships at sail
Holding on, they ask for more
Ever further from the shore
Time will leave us all behind
Like the darkness brings the night
If they knew, they would not pray
As the light abandons day
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The Tide
07:02
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Persistent decline
We’ll be left behind
Infinite time
The end of mine
Corroding storm
Our walls are weathered
Time breaks us down
Into the ground
Floating on a wave, the tide of life
Drifting on a plane, through space and time
Floating on a wave, the tide of life
Drifting on a plane, I subside
Enduring yet frail
We are foundations
To the living we pale
Hammer to nail
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End of the Hour
07:29
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Moving towards the end of the hour
Contentment turns at the end of the day
Time passes by, now and forever
Hopelessness stirs at the end of the day
Here I stand, waiting still
Will my hopes be fulfilled?
Will it come, after all?
Will something hear my call?
Life moves on, never slows
Without time, nothing grows
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It Reveals its Branches
05:44
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It reveals its branches
I’m trapped in the roots
Twisting, changing
No clear path in view
The light beyond the labyrinth
Occluded by its limbs
Complex shifting structures
The dawn forever dims
May I see it clear
May I find my way
May I catch a glimpse
And feel the warmth of day
In dark corridors I search for light
Saturating darkness, losing sight
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Sea of Sound
09:31
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We hover overhead
Bodies in our beds
Here we are unbound
In a sea of sound
Sailing to the sun
Misery undone
Perception profound
In a sea of sound
No sense of my surroundings
Here I transcend
No perception of the mortal
Until I descend
To reach the realm of feeling
The spiritual elusive
Passage to another world
An altered perspective
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