Time On TIme
It JUst LoOkS LiKe TIme Is COmINg IN,
Its sTraNGe, BUt -As UsUaL-
aLwaYs COmes On tIMe...
AlWaYs cOmeS HOmE.
I dO BeLieVe It's COmIng,
No SOonEr Or LaTEr, JusT On tIMe,
To UNMasK tHe THinGS I WoNt FInd..
JusT To Say There's MuCH MoRe THan OuR fRozEn DreaMs.
NOBody DeNiEs Its ARriVaL,
NoBoDy sEEMs tO CoMPLaIn...
It KnoWs WhEN I'm WIth MySELf...
EveN tHouGh My SOuL MiGht Not TesTiFY It.
WeLL, It Is tIme To NOt ForGet It,
BeCaUse IT Has BEcomE PreSENt ANd SHows -OncE AGain-
We NeeD NOt TRusT ouR deSTinY...
We MuSt SimPLy BELiEVe In It...
It JusT LooKs TIme Has COMe HOme.
Reason for writing:
I LiKE tO. MigHt Be THe FArTHEsT thINg FRom A PoEM BUt I Cant' HELp It. If SOmEBoDY, WHo KNoWs WHerE, READs iT aLL THE WAy ThrU, THiS WriTIng's SOuL SHall Be PainTed.
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