The Magic of the Time

Cloud Pie
Cloud Pie

The magic of the time,

Is more expensive than any golden dime,

I want to see you through an ocean,

If all you have is a dozen minutes before your head explodes

And you no longer sin.

 

Anyway, the magic and the time,

Are two possible things we should outline,

They put us to a test of our worth,

And so we do what we should because otherwise

We wouldn’t be understood

If we wouldn’tĀ fail, but if you wouldn’t fall

You wouldn’t kn0w you could or couldn’t

And if it was that easy, you wouldn’t want it,

Becuase if anyone could reach it,

It wouldn’t be worth to stretch your hands towards it.

 

Many know the right words,

Some other know the chords,

And third ones put all together and make a song,

Such is life, only a few make it worthier than it was before.

 

We are here and here is that,

What we want and next door there is a neighbor you will never know

You will never want to know,

Becuase how would you dare to waste the magic of the time,

Upon someone who is even saying ‘hello’, ‘bye’ or ‘let it go’ when you hold and won’t let it go?

After all, we choose our own friends and where we hang out too,

So let us do what we do,

Because we are alive for only so long,

And that is our herd.

 

Clumsy dance of the mortals along the sunrises and sunsets,

Magic of the time makes us regret,

We are here wasted and full of sin,

Music made us sing…

 

We are alive and and we are here to complete the rest,

That’s what we do,

Screw those who don’t believe in you,

Make it up and bake some cloud,

It’s worthy to eat a pie in form of a cloud.

That one is without a doubt.

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