

Ever Un-nervingThat little feeling, Unnerving as it is.Ever Un-nerving
Quietly seeping, As I hear the slow fizz.
The Tick Tock of the Slow Clock, Twingey Twang of all it sang.
The short wick getting smaller, My conscious getting taller.
The all tell tale, A mischievously cracked heart.
Slowly feeling, Reality falling apart.
Get ahold, Of what you have.
And have not, Of what you hold.
Sitting silently, in your soft seat. Wanting waitingly, to move your feet.
When class is over.
old guy
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"You might be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you dance with the reaper. "
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"You might be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you dance with the reaper. "
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Mans evolution consists in the process of changing to forms that are not of this world. Grows he in time to the formless to live on a higher plane. Know that you must become formless before you can be one with the Light.
- Emerald Tablets of Thoth
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