deep within the wings of time
my thoughts lie bare, waitin' to
be collected, one by one to keep
them save from destruction, by
the hunters there, tryin' to change
them for me
and I know they will be comin', takin'
away the only freedom I have, my freedom
of thought, so I have to run leavin' them
behind, waitin' for me to collect them again
when time has had, a change of heart and
my thoughts again, can speak their mind
(c) JR. 2019
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