Who has time for that?

Flowers floating on an empty pond.
These feeling of hurt surging with every beat of time.
Now there is a reason to doubt.
But who has time for that?

Is there a place to go?
Where the deer,
and the antelope roam.
Where the ears don’t listen?

A pond without water is a crater.
These feelings of thirst growing stronger with every gust of wind.
Now there is a reason to doubt.
But who has time for that?

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