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Lyrics I wrote to the Mockingbird instrumental. It's about time and memories. I hope you enjoy it!

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I reminisce but from my mind memories flee,
So I cherish it each time this sensory feast,
Mentally seeks, to pleasure me like ecstasy peaks,
Declines fast heavily deep,
When visions from the past, make me wearily breathe,
I emprison them in bars, look towards the future and then see destiny weep,
So the fission of my heart can't be sutured but this melody frees,
Those specters in my lines that grow gradually more vivid,
I rest a sleep at night I see them in my dreams so nitid,
Feel more livid, as I try and seize,
The present turning into remnants, that lie so deep,
In the past lost forever, worn away by fantasy,
The future's found rapidly presents itself so black and bleek,
Skies show my pain, when suddenly they're magically,
Caressed by a shooting star resembling a tear,
Moving fast then lessens disappears, with the days that fade,
What happened to the years but the pain remains,
With a diffused perception of used to be the clear present,
I relish this projection for the mere second it lasts,
My fear reckons that fast it will become a hazy mist as the years threaten to pass,
And they do I flow with them without errand or task, no vessels or rafts...
Just drift with the monotony into my stream of consciousness,
Then sink with great velocity in thoughts so deeps they're bottomless,
Beneath the dark. shadow of time, that looms so ominous,
Each sound from the clock harrows my mind,
Its hands grip my neck strong narrow and tight,
Til I drown in the time flow that erodes my memories,
Their sediments deposited upon these tones and melodies,
I drop the pen and see time glares at me so terribly,
I panicked and killed it the same all my life,
I grabbed ink and spilt it to evade all the strife,
Many people say rappings just wasting my time,
How can I waste something that ain't even mine,
But I do wonder whether I'm spending it right,
Less time left and the end's still pending but I,
Can't seem to believe this is real,
It feels like a dream yet to reveal,
Itself, I'm sure one dawn see this hell,
Reduced to a diffused picture,
A phantasm that flows into my minds chasm,
At first incandescent but then withered,
So is this vivid presents simply an illusion?
I don't know, but the boundaries of reality on swiftly will difusem,
E.g. the other night in deep sleep, I dreamt I was a butterfly,
this dreams seemed real til I awoke and then I wondered might,
I be a butterfly dreaming a man then I spot,
The difference between what we tag real and whats not, fantasy imps and monsters dreams,
Seems to be the hands on the clock in reality spin for longer,
But still time flows like sand and its leaking thru my hands quite a lot,
Find myself peeking at the hour glass seeking every strand that I lost,
As I watch, the hour glass those hours pass grow sour fast I feel damned I feel boxed,
Cos we can't avert the thinning of those grains of sand but can,
See that since birth wer'e digging our own graves just gram by gram,
Of land til our final moment on earth,
At the last minute past livings I hoped to disturb,
I urged to search thru my memory archive,
Submerged (of memories) in a surge that readily passed by,
I caught my train of thought and then grasped tight,
It burnt to see so many minutes lost n I can't lie,
I asked why time had flown by so fast I,
Realized routine, lulled us into dreams where days are static,
But then I seem to see they've turned to weeks and now my stray's erratic,
Down and thru the sullen memory lane past decades thru the lustrums,
My energy fades along with memories that once I knew so pungent,
Time is a river, in which we dreamed and then sank,
The past fades and withers buried deep in its banks,
The presents the water so clear we never drank,
To busy reminiscing seeking deep in that sand,
Or creeping upstream tryn to see what is planned
But the current so sudden just summons reeds and more damp,
Tangled can't avoid time floating away,
Know it's too late when we see the reaper only awaits.