A ticking clock
Denotes that I am passing
Through fields of visions
Marigolds where you were once a ring laced around my sun.
Denotes that I am passing
Through fields of visions
Marigolds where you were once a ring laced around my sun.
Every day I am sent spinning
You visit me from the gold mines
the spotlight in the corner
Small fragile blinker ing
the spectrum of my coloured dreams
You visit me from the gold mines
the spotlight in the corner
Small fragile blinker ing
the spectrum of my coloured dreams
Golden hazes I walk through in day
I too often slip back into you
What if what we were thinking is so pungent
What if I really am sliding forward
Do I have to be further away from you
I too often slip back into you
What if what we were thinking is so pungent
What if I really am sliding forward
Do I have to be further away from you
The time keeps ticking.
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