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No Time Left
Watching as time continues ticking on,
I wonder why I chose to come here.
To the white, rubber room.
It was not because of those around me,
It was not because of my life
Not because of hate.
I came to escape.
To escape the busy world
The busy world that rages on outside.
I can leave when I wish to,
But I stay anyway, its so much better.
A man with nothing but himself, Shut away from the world.
Some time after I make the choice,
Someone I've never met enters
And asks me my name.
I answer of course, with my true name.
When I finally look up, I see this woman.
She was the personification of beauty herself.
She offered her hand to me, I took it.
I knew her, from the signs and posters everywhere
As I touch her hand time ticks slower and slower, as if...
As if she created an aura of such extreme power, Time had no grasp.
She took me in, Under her wing,
And we wandered.
We took to the stars, we reached the end,
We watched it, and from there
The beggining
