Time
 

Moments where I question whether if I'm absurd
talking to myself
in other words
yet am I the only one who's ever heard?
the word is divine, God in my self
the holy be intertwined
recall rewind
taking another glance
confirmation of the hands...tick... time
there's a sign..
failure to communicate...they hate while I constantly debate
with a reflective eye on what is my fate
How do I consume the excess amount thats placed upon of my plate
Too much to digest
I know can handle it however this pressure expands
pipes begin to stress the fertilely of this land
middle grounds debate
is there an agreement
I not trying to protest
inner demons flee from what I confess
give me a moment to breath
in a blink so much can be conceived