Time is Not Time, It is Presence

Ahye bitch ya eyes, and pitch the green lasses of lump pupils, distills, the fidgit statues, as cold as fridges, hanging by the reservoir residue, dew drops falling troops, true - climate, and true, climb mate, climb to the target and your dream, do well, don't let it settle to fail

Hey you, I said, there's a whale blocking your sun, and it is controlled by your brain,
stop killing it by your act of insani-a, aye, you,
better stop, before you end something, so sweet, yet to really realize, what's wrong in your life, is that you're living your after life instead of this present life
i've been thinking for a while, while you've been thinking about the dark patches, that look like the ones underneath my eyes
I, have been paging in the glue, and glueing to the page my act to be brave, to embrace and take a brace to hold, a hand, that once were so cold
, as a fridge and a freezer, 2 in 1, lets become... before the melting down will happen,
frozen delicasse, look into my glossy eyes, see the tears shy-ne,
aye you stop staring, is that underwear you're not wearing,
and ever, have you never thought of such a wickid visionary?
Are-y, starry-eyed for you,
twilight and light is upon you