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By xphile2868
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As the sands of time falls,
The clouds pass in to the room of walls.
Way above our heads,
That's where we visit the dreams in our beds.
The boredom sets in,
Our minds begin to give in,
To the subtle changes in, time and space.
But we undergo them, without a trace.
Is this where to poor are leading the blind?
All we do is give them a reason to bind.
This is where we see the fallacies of the democracy,
But we are all human with a set defined legacy.
Ever feel wise beyond your years,
Have you ever been brought to tears?
From something you have seen before,
That seemed to disturb you, down to your core?
Time is not of the essence here,
But we all can stand a little to bear.
Pain and suffering enforced by the mind,
What will we do to the end of time?
Succulent dreams are coming to a close,
When we open up to mighty new foes.
They are not of the dire kind,
We end up watching our dreams fade into time.
Time slips into the epoch of space,
Where I have fallen without grace.
No need to lick my wounds of salty tears,
For some reason I will be here for many more years.
The sleepless father time has vanished,
And with him gone, I have been banished.
To the outer reaches of time itself;
So put my poem on the shelf,
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