What's been Done, is Done, lest you hit Rewind.
The Default button is Play, Now, and Now, and Now, Everyday.
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Some can find Fast~forward, that takes a forward kinda Mind, with Vision that looks a Mile down the Freeway, not just up ahead at the beat up Chevy on the Street right in front of You.
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If You  like to press that button a lot, you get to knowing what's coming. You're still in the present but the Future's in Your Sight. It can save You from Trouble, move a few lanes over, miss the pile up a mile up ahead. And that's just staying with the positive end of that Spectrum.  
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Now, Pause gets tricky, sticky, usually interesting, but certainly dangerous.
I suggest You only press that One when you have to use the bathroom or get a soda from the fridge.
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In the case you've played the fast~forward game so long, that you've found yourself too far up ahead,
You can always press the Pause button, knowing you'll have lots of time to fill, and If you tend to have self destructive or addictive traits or just tend to self isolate, this Pause can Cause Pure Chaos and it will all fall down on You, in your Head, in your Mind, with no one there to save You from Yourself.
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Remember, you're still so far ahead, and completely Alone.
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So, If you survive Yourself long enough for someone to finally catch up, they probably won't understand You or how You got in your Situation.
Hopefully, they'll have a care for your strange affair and help You to Un~pause, get You Unstuck and moving again with the rest of Them. That's a Blessing, and shouldn't be taken lightly.
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Run along and Live in the Now, oh, and stay away from the Stop. That One must be respected and Solely reserved for God.

No man
Can plug holes
In this ****

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As I relax on my bed, after a bike ride
(I beat the rolling storm clouds by the way, not a hit from the dripping drops got me wet, not a bit)
I digress, back to the bed, and present time, I notice an emblem I have hanging from a nail on a beam, basically suspended in still free-fall, in opposing side to where I lay my head. It had somehow been rotated from front to back, I now stare at the backside design, from my eyesight, it looks completely different from behind.
I'd never noticed this nor had I a thought about, but as I see a new perception from the different end of the spectrum, where my eye be drawn, I think it deserves a sinister shout out as to what it is I saw.

It is a Wooden copper lacquered Circle, one may wear in ceremony, it hangs around the neck on a smooth brown rope, the emblem lays perfectly between the ******* and belly button, right over the diaphragm. When worn correct, it depicts the four corners, with four blooming Lotus petals reaching out between. It is ancient, it is Majik, it is tribal.

But when I saw the design on the back, I had to blink my eyes, I had to look up close, I surely was surprised to find a face painted over white, the carving of the emblem so enchanting to the eyes, if viewed from behind was a devil face in White. Sinister, it seemed, it's True I couldn't believe, but then again it turned to prove Duplicity of Life, and Love and Power over Things.
In Soft and Hard, in Dark and Light, in yin and yang, in Everything.

I touched the Emblem, a soft smile across my lips, I did not fear what had appeared an omen and a curse. I gently flipped it over, laid my head back down to rest.  
The Devil hides in all this world, in this we choose our Sides. Do not fear for evil, that is part of life, you do not have to play its part, just open up your Eyes, and look behind the surface to see it for what it is. My Emblem, so artful, so brilliantly crafted, just turned itself over, to remind Me of these Things.

Truth, Love & the Light
That to Me feels Right

Faintest escape
Like sand through fingers
Unnecessary explanations
As to why you disappoint me
Speak the truth, worm

Your locket heart withers
Releasing the picture of abandonment
Fool, I am no fool
I am above your rule

Needles sting
And pupils dilate
Cold alley ways in Seattle
Always set the perfect stage
For a trip to heaven
On a sheet of glass

Sirens wail in the distance
But to me, they are soothing
And my hands are blistering
And my knees
Well, they tucked in a while ago

This habit will break
This glass will crack and burn
Dissipate to emptiness
Wash out of my veins and my Wrists
My poor wrists

A door always opens
But my feet are melting
Molding into the ground I sit
Stuck in one place
Eternal
Addictive
Torture

I imagine that people say my name
They say, oh poor Hollow
Pretty and smart
She'll come around
She'll come around

But out here
In these black veins
And tainted blood streets
Hope is a dream
And dreaming is unwise

And who sleeps anyway
You can't sleep on glass
No, it pokes and stabs
And you ache and cry

It will take you
Break you
Crumble you
Shards of dust

You will shatter
And you will be
Nothing more than nothing
Just a broken soul