staring as the time flies

the clock was moving, I wish I was

those brown eyes reflection at me

this mirror could only show the outside

this clock could only show time

and as I take the keys out

windows shut and I scream, shout

with pain for each ventricle, vein and artery

an attack would be better

as the soul weeps and the heart stings

staring at that clock, waterfalls down cheek

barely can or even find speech

thirty minutes pass, in my homeless life

a life of luxury built and gone early like Phife

but was this what my dream came with?

was this the beautiful destruction truth

Or was it I, the ambitious fly,

that meet the human slap, then die

Or am I a phoenix

Or am I neither

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