Waiting in a white room

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Time to stretch my thoughts
Time to exercise my mind
Flowing with the rhythms
It’s surprising what you can find

Things that have been hidden
Feelings of forgotten lust
Hidden by trivialities of the day
Stories quenched by the rush

Watching without meaning
Meaning without any cause
Life’s eyes are streaming
An existence with many flaws

Waiting constant waiting
To long and the time in gone
Feeding the wretched massacre
No ratification for its been too long

Waiting in a white room
Upstairs in a conscious state
Some call it lazy
Others prefer to call it fate

Laughing and nobody’s watching
Drifting like the seaside sands
Looking for a revelation
Where the fun is not measured in grams

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