Monday, 19 September 2016

Hammers and Metronomes

Some of us grow up
Others grow sideways. 
I'm beside my youth 
Convicted in its truths 
And sentenced to its dreams 
Even if they're snoozed from time 
To time. 
It's time.
It's time. 
It's time that I fear 
Because it can take our lives 
And suspend our freedom 
But it's time. 
It's time. 
It's time I don't have 
And can't buy
No matter how much time I spend
Working. 
It's time. 
It's time. 
It's time I was heard, 
No longer part of the herd, 
No longer stuck in my head 
No longer stuck and fed up. 
It's time. 
It's time. 
It's time we spoke up 
Stopped being woke and woke up 
Coz I'm daymaring a world 
Where facts fall victim to factions 
And I lose my patience with time. 
If time is money, 
They owe time and a half to me. 
But it's time. It's time. 
It's time. 
It's never the time to go, 
I'm not feeling time, but I feel the time flow. 
If you ain't got the time, what time it is you don't know. 
Just not time to go 
But we all know what time it is. 
It's our time. 

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