Snow on the TV when I'm trying to stop

my mind from running away from me

and losing time.

Why have we persisted for so long?

I'll keep my teeth clenched

and my linear time proving to be wrong.

Mind perfectly clear.

In the end, stars we sparking.

How to anticipate the master plan.

I'll keep my eyes close to it.

Time could bend.

Are we timid, are we brave?

Holding our breath in a tine capsule,

waiting for some force to let us out

of our bodies to return home

or hang on here and watch it burn.

I can feel the changes,

for better or for worse.

In the end stars were sparking.

Counting down: Red, Indigo,

child fearing none.

Time could bend