- Time Check
- Last roads
- , oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or
- , oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or
- Out there
- Halfpenny moment
- 28-06-1914
- 3 foot ruler
- ABANDONED
- About Tomorrow
- ABSURB
- Acceptance
- ACCESSORY
- ACROSS THE LINE
- ADVERSITY OF VANITY
- AIMLESS
- ALTERNATIVE BELFAST
- AMERICAN DIPLOMACY
- AND ALL THAT THERE
- AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN
- ANGELS
- ANGELS CARING
- ANGELS FALLING
- ANNOYING SUCKER
- ANYONE
- AN INOFFENSIVE MAN
- ART OF LIFE
- ASKING A QUESTION
- ASSUMPTION
- AS WE CHOOSE
- ATOMIC NUMBER (6}
- ATTEN--SHUN
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Living reality.
Time is an outmoded concept
we collect time in our minds.
It's time we did this or that" but
reality has no concept of time.
Each planets turns around their sun
be it earth or one unheard of.
we or someone is on the move.
Therefore to whom does so called time
belong, you, me, those unknowns.
Time is serial, belonging to no one.
Hard to consider this outmoded concept.
time has always been running our lives
perhaps it's reached a point were we say
let's just do and be damned, when darkness
or tiredness befalls us, at least we're alive.
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