The world revolves around so fast around
Time is without a bound
Life is just 'one of those days'
Pretty bees walking past and through
Boys and girls talk and play
Your mind's thoughts start to form a queue
Shattered glass of the past
Future to what we do not understand
How is it that life is like a maze?
Or is it all a master game?
Fever touches me high
I wheeze under the pain
And feel as if a painful rock on my chest
That holds my will to say what I want to say
But a flower is only as pretty as a flower
And the rosebuds with their intoxicating scent will endower
The very confusion that clouds my will power
And by that time I will have found out that this all written for me
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