The tables green the counter black
The front is seen but not the back
The glasses glitter the lights are shining
Time passes quicker and the clocks keep ticking
How long am I here, how long will I be?
Am I cooped in enclosure or have I been set free?
Am I not grateful of a gift I've not sought?
There must be a reason this happens and that not.
The clocks keep ticking, tick-tock.. tick-tock..
A quarter past twelve near the Bintang Walk
I sit in my chair with my head still thinking
"Have faith" in this happening,
There must be a reason,
Something.
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