And when the days feel numbered
In the dusty obedient time crystals,
You arrive like ripples of the shore
With touch of the warm and the cold;
Sand underneath, careless grains of gold
Like a known history or a prophecy untold
You are the only young reason for the old.
My tiny heart and the universe it holds
Learn to expand each time I behold
The simplicity with which you've written
How these mysteries should unfold...
May answers never arrive at my doorsteps
May the boat keep floating through the night
May the guiding light never play hide and seek
That is, given its nature if at all it decides to peek
But who am I in this already bent space-time?
How at all will then my innocent ride make its flight?
May you keep reminding me that I am alive
May you keep returning, my forgotten breeze.
In the dusty obedient time crystals,
You arrive like ripples of the shore
With touch of the warm and the cold;
Sand underneath, careless grains of gold
Like a known history or a prophecy untold
You are the only young reason for the old.
My tiny heart and the universe it holds
Learn to expand each time I behold
The simplicity with which you've written
How these mysteries should unfold...
May answers never arrive at my doorsteps
May the boat keep floating through the night
May the guiding light never play hide and seek
That is, given its nature if at all it decides to peek
But who am I in this already bent space-time?
How at all will then my innocent ride make its flight?
May you keep reminding me that I am alive
May you keep returning, my forgotten breeze.
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