The hourglass narrows—
time’s throat swallows lies...
B is the echo of A—
a ripple born in time...
In the end,
you are the ultimate victims...
He said:
How can you be one of us...
A mirror stranger,
a parallel...
Seeker:
Master, teach me you...
You are my kids
And I raised you...
I am glad Father
That you have us...
See through the butterfly of things—
each ending unfolds...
The sun is tick,
the moon is tack...
I am an alcoholic
And I love to drink...
I feel much better
After I had my after noon nap...