I rage with my mind that's stuck in rewind,
today is the day that was here just before.
Over the same ground like a merry-go-round,
the ride only stops when you put your foot down.
Too nervous to say just what I mean,
so I smile instead and return to my knees.
When I was young I was bold and undone,
the world could not hold two just like me.
The river still runs so the hawk must still fly,
and time is the illusion to which we subscribe.
The moment is now and as it was just before,
stand and take heed of what's worth fighting for.
Lying in bed in this prolonged moment in time,
your bones are now worn from picking the vine.
All possessions you'd give to put your foot down,
but time has a way of chewing and spitting us out.
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