Forgetting that shit your mind mutters about
Disturbing the peace
When there's so little time
The worlds gotta change
Before it all unwinds.
How the signs tell you, why the hurry?
A good time to scurry.
Magic makes nicely,
the illusion in your mind.
As odd an alarming as it seems,
It's nothing you can't find.
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