Time After Rhyme

Once upon a time, there was a void in place.

Created, not by chance but by ultimate grace.

No matter if there’s a belief in God. It was never about that.

It is only about what he thought; it goes forth and back.

Because linear it is not, as nothing ever is.

He gave everything he got but only got more shit.

This means he got everything. Paradoxically, it seems so.

But he never got an inkling to move on or to let go.

Time is a funny thing because it’s not real.

And in the end, everything doesn’t matter. Not if you don’t feel.