Oh damn time, where have you gone,
So constant is your flow;
You swallow us up and draw us,
To where we fear to go.
You whisper the possibliities,
And engulf us in your chants.
You make us believe we can do the don'ts
And to attempt to do the can'ts
And we stumble and fall,
While you beckon to us to rise;
And to venture on;
We race to the ends of our lifetimes.
Then with the final whispers,
You leave us alone.
We clasp onto you with such desperation,
We who came from the dust
We're such fools for our thrive;
For we don't let you go;
It's you who lets go of us.
So constant is your flow;
You swallow us up and draw us,
To where we fear to go.
You whisper the possibliities,
And engulf us in your chants.
You make us believe we can do the don'ts
And to attempt to do the can'ts
And we stumble and fall,
While you beckon to us to rise;
And to venture on;
We race to the ends of our lifetimes.
Then with the final whispers,
You leave us alone.
We clasp onto you with such desperation,
We who came from the dust
We're such fools for our thrive;
For we don't let you go;
It's you who lets go of us.
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