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Jan 2017
There is no such thing as time,
it's all a lie
Based on the stars
and the moon's false light
And on the sun that brightly blinds

There has never been a day that ended
They only change slightly with sleep
And once our eyes are pried back open
we decide to see what we will see

Clocks may tick and sands may drop
but each second is meaningless
They never start
Never stop
Everything is a circle
going round
and round
and yes,
around again

Just as everything else in this world,
we give it a name
and then all of the sudden,
it becomes reality
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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