Time is, for some, so grim
Although all are in one grid
Systematic minds, whispers of sin
Dazed eyes, illusions within
Space and time
Are we all blind?
We're all given the same
Only some use it to gain
Time and space
We're mostly disgrace
A satisfied face
As he ruins a peaceful place
Time's draining to few
Like the breeze that blew
Sad to share a world with you
When losing is all you do
Minutes and minds go
An arena of friends and foes
And as the pendulum swings
Each singer will rise to sing
Each with a message to bring
Insecurely the masses act so frightening
When they all hide under a wing
Replacing their privilege as men with their comfort as things
Space and time
A race of minds
Some to re-define
compensated by ones who decline
They're standing in the line
Time and space
Some conquer with grace
Some register as a face
Sadly all are stuck in the same maze
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