Which line to ride at the station, direction to the next stop along;
All trains look the same with mostly unreadable names;
Messages colour coded for our minds, help comprehend the mysteries behind;
The tracks fade ahead in shadows, hiding all our world’s future sorrows;
Of this planet and its tears, cuts the deep dimensions for our billion years.
If we take this road to time, we have to change to stay on the line.
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Now is my time to sieze the day…
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