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Seasonal Weeds
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2005 - 2006 Time like a guillotine
Cuts life like a knife
Flashing the past before the eyes
Detaching the future without a blink
And without a hint of remorse
It stays steadily barreling down
The train track course
Picking up the past
Covering its tracks
Cutting all contacts
Rebuilding them back
Until the final tick has ticked its last
Like seasonal weeds
That on their occasion float on the breeze
That remind me of the reason behind the leap
They make wish that I believed in the faith they had
Time like a gear
The steering wheel of fear
Pushing days and weeks into years
Crushing hopes and dreams in the wake
The wave’s ripple radiates
Claiming the calm
Until chaos stands alone
Cutting apart the sea
Cleaving away the serene
Gleaning in the gleam
Laughing into the breeze
Until it lets go of yet another seed
Like seasonal weeds
That on their occasion float on the breeze
That remind me of the reason behind the leap
They make wish that I believed in the faith they had
But time like a gear is like the slowly fraying rope of a guillotine
In which our present self is stuck between the past and the future
