I'm always on time
In sync with the clock in my mind
Patience that becomes me, as I take a deep breath and unwind
People everywhere
Rushin' to rush to where ?
To be on who's time
Waiting for the church bells to chime?
Each milisecond of syncopation
Creates the flow of a nation
What if - we were to all learn
Powers of patience, gracious intern
Feeling the rythum of one
"your late" would become none
Void of meaning, leaving
Room for more tolerance
Dreaming
in a world of
No time or space of
Motion like ancient sages of
Past of the future of the present
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