Must one be a philosopher?
A cerebral type?
A seeker of beautiful
To arrive at a conception of time?

Or for all who are living
Who are in conflict with life
Is annihilation
What composes time?

I’m not to say
As I float through this space
But for me the fight is a conquest
Not coincidence

And in the instances
Where beauty brushes against my face
And kisses me
My guard relaxes and I unclench my fists

But the wind keeps blowing
Through shuffles of seasons
Who’s to know when
Reality’s mysticism

So to which monster to pray
At the foothill of reason
Oh ontological headache
Just keep me breathing

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