What Time is it?
Where has my world gone?
The one who once was innocent,
the one who once was naive.
Has gone down the rabbit hole.
He questioned everything
which brought trouble.
Not only trouble, but curiousity as well.
Reality remained to be blurry,
as music is the only drug for him.
No matter how numb he felt,
the crooked smile remain intact.
Time is love, time is money, time is happiness...
A new time has begun when it hits zero.
Suddenly, what once was abstract becomes concrete.
He who was once I never became me.
Time to get out of the rabbit hole I guess...
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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