The Great Illusion


We watch the clock, count the seconds, hold our breath
Our day is structured around these gears of metal and wires

Time of birth, time of death

We are the creator of this measurement
We are the slave of this merciless invention

We fight it, try to slow it down, to stop it
But in the end its all an illusion

Time is like air
Invisible, easily forgotten, and second nature

Take a deep breath, focus on the moment,let go of the unseen shackles
And you will see a world of freedom

Time is an illusion, let go

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