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A moment of clarity to stay insane

An instant of lethargy to see beyond

There's not one time I remember picking up the pace without slurring the rhymes

I have been coming home late again, again and again

Is there a quick excuse that one could use as if to make you proud?

So I'll move those shoes aside, they're always in the way

If we take it from the top and from solitude restrain

It seems that loosen members are always in the way

Never refer to scandalizing as means to ensure you'll be heard

Although inspiring, emblematic are your means to interrupt

Disoriented rhetoric, they revolve and acquire invariable speed

Which is faster than the sound of lightning and sometimes even than light itself

So please be heard

When forever finally means its name

All of your duties, they won't be postponed

The misery ruminated has been shaped in syntax syllables

This is what they told me:

"We make no sound as our distance grows,

we make no sound treading separate roads"

Marooned in circle conversations;

Abundant phone call delays;

Seems right now is never quite the time.

Planning tomorrow, safe life choices turned out to be a good read, but only until the second page

Another day explodes with the promise of a better late than ever attitude

Why don't we make some more plans and maybe we can retrocede in time and not waste it away

Losing time exchange words with meanings that will sting and not resolve.

What are we trying to accomplish wasting away?