Seconds

to be or not to be present

Seconds , minutes

Hours

Days

All time lost

Our busy

Spiraling ways

 

I grab

At dreams

Holding tight

To it’s fading seams

 

Keep me here

Even

For just a moment

 

To see

Feel

Hear

The hidden torment

 

Trust me

To take

Take you away

 

Even for just

A moment

Bear the soul

to stay

 

give it a chance

join in

an euphoric dance

traditions ,religions

skills and pills

leave it all behind

 

through cupboard

drawers

endless rooms

and foyers

no peace

is to be found

 

detach from life’s constant match

aware of all to share

The End

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