Time Stands Stll


A quiet day sneaks behind you as the world is but the same.
The predictions to your beginning were nothing but a slow decay.
Seeking for a sense of purpose,
we confine ourselves in such a relative time,
but this is only for the end of a mechanical function.
A glimpse of a kind-hearted soul lit up the tired room.
The spark of life set in the people around as the fly.
The infinite sky stretched a little further to those
who could not remember the meaning of life.

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