Pondering thoughts of how I feel.
Memories of future-past go by in a flash,
Dust to dust, ash to ash.
Winds howl as the sun blinks in time,
Hidden below from prying eyes wrapped in a rhyme.
Sound...the sound of technology at work in the bachground,
Holding many secrets profound.
Advice and justice go hand in hand,
Time has no meaning without the drifting sand.
Another level gained,
Tis spoken and ordained.
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