One step - two stepping me,
Swirling around me in a spiral,
And I twirl,
And orbit in a cycle,
Gaining momentum,
I shine bright
As I try to catch up to your speed
And you run me down!
When did you become so sinister?
Never fixed in a fixture,
So I never got the whole picture,
Because you're constantly on the move.
So move!
Don't hold your breath
In fear that you'll never breathe again
When the difference between
Reality and a projection
Is the ink in the pen and
The lines in a book
And even then,
You cannot catch up to the speed of His
Handwriting.
Finished before you even started,
Cycle after cycle
I am reminded.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
One step - two stepping me,
Swirling around me in a spiral,
And I twirl,
And orbit in a cycle,
Gaining momentum,
I shine bright
As I try to catch up to your speed
And you run me down!
When did you become so sinister?
Never fixed in a fixture,
So I never got the whole picture,
Because you're constantly on the move.
So move!
Don't hold your breath
In fear that you'll never breathe again
When the difference between
Reality and a projection
Is the ink in the pen and
The lines in a book
And even then,
You cannot catch up to the speed of His
Handwriting.
Finished before you even started,
Cycle after cycle
I am reminded.
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