Punctuality is the thief of time,
and I don’t want to be wasting yours or mine.
You found inspiration within the sky,
just like the concept of the magic eye;
are they in waves or in a line?
So tell me what do you see,
is it perfection or impurity?
Forever stretching endlessly,
until it reaches the point of eternity.
Time is a rubber band that I’ve misplaced,
amongst the memories that have been erased.
Legend has it that might snap back
or the universe could just turn to black,
for neither have I braced.
So tell me what do you see,
besides a world beyond you and me.
Life of kindness or cruelty?
Stretching out to infinity.
Bury me alive, in an hour glass
with the sand of time; time that will too pass.
Turn it upside down and restart the hour,
each grain will still fall down, and each one will hold more power.
As they count down to midnight,
both the glass and the room seems airtight.
But I respect the clock
more than the watch.
At least the clock can face me.
To both I’ll still throw a rock,
make sure they both become botch,
it doesn’t matter time will still chase me.
No escaping.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 2:17 PM UTC
Punctuality is the thief of time,
and I don’t want to be wasting yours or mine.
You found inspiration within the sky,
just like the concept of the magic eye;
are they in waves or in a line?
So tell me what do you see,
is it perfection or impurity?
Forever stretching endlessly,
until it reaches the point of eternity.
Time is a rubber band that I’ve misplaced,
amongst the memories that have been erased.
Legend has it that might snap back
or the universe could just turn to black,
for neither have I braced.
So tell me what do you see,
besides a world beyond you and me.
Life of kindness or cruelty?
Stretching out to infinity.
Bury me alive, in an hour glass
with the sand of time; time that will too pass.
Turn it upside down and restart the hour,
each grain will still fall down, and each one will hold more power.
As they count down to midnight,
both the glass and the room seems airtight.
But I respect the clock
more than the watch.
At least the clock can face me.
To both I’ll still throw a rock,
make sure they both become botch,
it doesn’t matter time will still chase me.
No escaping.
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