A Feeling of Time

A day a time a wink of the eye
who the hell said a man can’t cry
she comes she goes to the end a bye
we both know it will be a thing to try
collaborate, exasperate, masturbate, why
should the loves of life be prepared to die
when the worlds of he, she, them just sigh
for what will it be to see into the sky
a light, a dark, a moonlight to abide
I shall never, ever be the one to deny
my soul, my love, my life to die

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