Is this the beginning of time?
Not even such a silly question fases us
Isn't time the partner of experience?
Oh, what have we become
Dealers of false hope
Peachers of misunderstanding
Wake up tommorow naked, alone, cold
Re-evaluate the state of being
Only with thought can time begin
Only with consciousness
Dreaming borrows time and contorts it into color
One year flashes by in half a second
No, let us wake for the first time
Let us think beyond mediocrity whilst adoring it
The ugliness of the human body is comparable only with it's beauty
The form of honesty
Is there anything so painful as joy?
Perhaps only the knowledge of it's fleeting nature
Make sentiment the hand that flickers
Thought the hourly stroke
A clock whose hands do not lie but yearn for truth
Make this the beginning of time.
