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Time it comes again

  it swings around

I guess that’s the plan

  I guess that’s the way

day after day

  just slips away

then comes again

  into the fray

I drift away

 why would I stay

before I go

 I have this to say

I wish that I was innocent

but I'm not

and

I wish that I could stand immobile

unseen, unsung

inept but noble

void of thought

and void of feeling

never acting

simply being

eyeless, mindless

locked yet bind less

rock under deep water

but I'm not

So

instead I want to fall forever

spaceman severed from his tether

set adrift and free from binding

never stopping

never finding

lost in inky blackness

but I'm not