I want
To make it to the end.
To see around the bend.
To stop thinking about time
To claim these thoughts as mine
To be better every day
Make evil go away
Hold truth as my path
Do a little of the Math
Come up with a new thing
Allow chance in the gap to bring
To count with all the others
To emerge from these covers
To give out my vibe
Creating my own tribe
To become who I think I am
A body who does give a damn
To have faith and hope
To be the dope.
The answers I came too be wrong.
To write and hear my song
I need
You to carry on doing nothing.
You to ignore me doing
To get the whole running
Just a little bit of backwards
Spinning with all the forwards.
To make the attempt
To be at this point exempt
Of the movement of Time
In this universe of mine.
Stillness is impossible
Slowing is not.
©wrennie
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