When the simplicity of a bluebirds' song
turned everything back without struggle
into place in the matter of seconds...
The seconds passing by
neither too fast nor too slow,
it did not fly
nor did it crawl,
continuously spinning, and spinning, and spinning
on perfect time, in perfect harmony
Not a single alteration, they say
"not one change", really, "not one change"?
Why does it feel this much faster?
miles and miles and miles
faster faster faster....
I'm feeling lightheaded.
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