Translucent porcelain
shattered in vain
this time has broken
into pieces again
The sand has spilled
on the island of seas
the sun is shining
through one broken piece
Lifting its gaze
the mind seemed to freeze
at the sight of disaster
unfolding with no ease
Words from the past
are NOW out of sync
the future reveals a canvas
whitened by fading ink
Purposefully we wait
in this present sort of moment
and our ideas about fate
come back from where they went
Are we really awake then?
this time has broken
into pieces again
The sand has spilled
on the island of seas
the sun is shining
through one broken piece
Lifting its gaze
the mind seemed to freeze
at the sight of disaster
unfolding with no ease
Words from the past
are NOW out of sync
the future reveals a canvas
whitened by fading ink
Purposefully we wait
in this present sort of moment
and our ideas about fate
come back from where they went
Are we really awake then?
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