Stop @ The Midnight Hour

Time is not a ride, for
The Times are a dear friend
“I’m on your side,”
The clock says comfortingly
From the dentist’s chair,
To becoming Spiritually aware,
The clock strikes again…
Over and over, going and going…
There is no end,
So please tell me
Why does the fear exist
Of Time on it’s tracks
Passing by way too fast?
When no point of reference stands out,
No certain there exists,
And neither does a here persist…
Because now is the only Time
Anyone has to work with
Look at me not with dying eyes hindering Life,
Since Time does not even exist,
And humans made up this great illusion,
Thus, on the next stop,
Not one body shall give up
Under eternity’s euphoria

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