flying by.

~simple syllables~
skip from your lips
your innocent, your gullible;
~a perfect little girl~

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the world;
it whirls around,
tapping into
unforgettable sound,
it's all for you,
it's all for the smiles life can bring out in you.
make your every move
a moment

then sit back and
GLOW IN IT.
the years,

they change you,
try to overtake you.
the past tries
to remain present
and
you can't help
but to be tempted.

it's time for you to
miss,
reminisce,
and re-live.

One stumble
doesn't determine
your whole trip.

Time,
"it flies",
but the point is to
FEEL IT'S RIDE.
enjoy the way
love, life,
and time
tilts, dips, and glides

into the ocean of the sky.

We try to keep track of it as if we have some innate right.

Yet
Time is a figment of the imagination
we made up a long time ago
to ease Nature's journey and formation.

We lost sight of natural sensation,
equivocal vibrations
open to a human's instinctive interpretations.

So when time seems to

begin to disappear

you wish and pray
what you love and crave
remains forever near.
Interest ignites in inquiry,
searching your life, you roam,
"did I travel the road that will bring me home?"

Have my dreams
awakened and instead
become known?

Do I have to search
for a new place to dance
or

Am I in undisputable balance?.