Tick tick tick.
The never-ending tick of the mind.
Forever the enigma.
Emotion collisions and moral decisions.
Filled to the brim with ideas and precision.
Images, thoughts, nostalgia, and conceptions.
I am trapped inside a world of many connections.
Wait - I’ve been here before.
Nostalgia – she’s come, she’s banging on the door.
Time, it ticks
but I’m never truly in a rush.
For in this world time is put on hush.
Dreams, how vivid they appear.
They say if you keep dreaming the dreams will become clear.
in this realm of never-ending time
we open our hearts to the all-knowing third eye.