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Jan 2019
Every single thing has lead to exactly Rite Now
Time’s illusion constantly taunting us SomeHow
Or we collectively suckle from a Universal Cow
Mirrors reflect the past as Haunting will Allow

Turn a blind eye and indulge ignorance’s Bliss?
Or be Chronologically intolerant like a first Kiss
Or Embrace Existence within a Wandering abyss
A Grandiose Delusion,that we’ll still surely Miss

After traverseing through earth’s various Aisles
We proudly wear time’s wrinkles from the Miles

I Climbed to the top of the tallest Mountain
Scaling to the Zenith searching for the Answer
I Even Discovered Life’s youthful Fountain
Then Took A big Gulp.. and it gave me Cancer
You just can’t? When?
Drifton A Way
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