Either line determines where the sun will shine
Not the fast paced type
The lies
Which you thought were the truth

These mirrors of seconds which tick
And tock
Telling secrets that may mean
Nothing at all

Cynic portraits of supposed inspiration
Improvisational
Horse
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Fast paced splash art
Nothing there before
Nothing there
At the start

Help heaven wave their angelic wand
How fast we love
Yet how quick
We kick & shove

Goodnight to the thought of the last hour
For thinking is for the weak
At last the hour is upon me
I'm startled awake by the coming storm