Timen from TimennemiT by Hyosis

Sitting alone in silence and noise
Thinking of every way to keep the poise
Waiting on unease to quickly depart
Waiting on golden days to start

Begging to just tear it down
Begging for a better noun
Neurons all firing around
Voltage quickly turning on itself

Facing upward
To suppress it away
Rhyming rhetoric
To pass our time

Bleached by the sun
Silence so loud my ears ring

No color passes without a number
No moment goes without data
Nothing can escape the hands
Every hero against the river

Our worries all aligned
Flowing among the misted ruins
Lexicon is used at will
Fighting over the pieces and shares

Still all fearing the great day
Of the annual climate
Sleight of hand to paper
All marching in line

Fear of living separate
Fear of staying born
Fear of closing up the gate
Fear of shutting the door

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