I’m sifting through the scraps
Fragments of thoughts that were chipped off this old block
I wish I was born in 45, what a year that was to come alive
Come alive
I see you, see through you
You see me but I am opaque,
There’s mist on the lake but I crawl between
The water and the drops suspended in between,
In hypo marine state, a liminal extreme
Just don’t ask me where I’ve been
Hypomarine
Fly from the scene, from the hypo marine
I’ll take as much as I can take
And just a little more to be safe
Before it’s snatched away and becomes more precious
The eyes more blue and the lips more luscious
mmmmm..
I hear you calling time
There’s always someone watching the clock
And listening for the chimes, and stealing all my rhymes
And making sure I pay for all my crimes
Whilst creating whole new paradigms
Just don’t ask them for the time
I’m slipping through the cracks
Watch me fall then spring right back to life
And cut this cord if I only had a knife
I could give it all every single night
Just don’t ask me for an invite
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