Time is an escape of a version
Between yesterday and now
Tomorrow never comes
Arms stretch to touch
Halo realms
Tomorrow never comes
Unless I have been wrong
All along about the magician's gift
Pulling rabbits out of the hut
Except for these and long ribbons being pulled
Could I have been wrong
Have I been wrong all these while
Is this world as quantum's prophecies
Spirit science a bridge between worlds
Never mind the complexities of our essence
Just put something on we are going to be late
Time is an escape of versions
Between yesterday and now
Do you mind
We are going to be late
Time and space
Love and science
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