Mood shifting. Back n forth. What to do when it's disturbing to the listening? Is there more? Has self been cheated outta the good life? Rusted hinges have an erie sound when revolving in motion. Hi. N then it's a past sense of devotion. There's truth has lies that represent a painted picture burned. Swing shifts of mindsets set adrift. In the coming or going, when will the heart learn? As the smile needs no help in its lift. There is no losing of what never sticks around. First come first serve delivers a war that rages between there ears. Taking up space in time that's yet to be found. With the confusion of wtf that creates unwanted fears. Telling it the way relativity speaks. Odds over evens revolves in the memory lost to dimming of lights. But ain't that the beauty of being free? Finding pleasures that make time slow to the find.
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