24 hours a days
The depth of a lifespan
Submerged in those hours.
Our reality stained by the mark of time
The power it withholds is ultimatum
Our Zeus
Our Time
Its commands our prophecy
We the preachers of this illusion.
What we see is the past
So is our past our present.
Then, where is the future?
A timeless society, undreamed-of
Time’s an illusion
Our minds creation
The world compasses it
Our live an illusion
Instituted in the premise of time
Distorting our sense of reality
Reality a distortion.
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