How come time has no value
That one morning can do what days can’t
Those few hours can cover what months wouldn’t
One morning did it all without knowing
It just couldn’t stop from flowing
Like a faucet ran, and someone forgot to turn it off
Like a shower came down hard, and the steam kept it going
Like a safe space holding, and wouldn’t let go
One morning did it all
Can’t promise you it will come again
Don’t know where it came from in the first place
But here it is, here it was, all done and done.
And such is a sweetness tender to witness
In this stream of consciousness, unrestrained
The vaults are open, and nothing but everything keeps coming out
Not out of necessity or blatant demand
But from a whisper unfinished, called to stand
The claim surprises, the words disappear
In a moment notice appears
From nowhere to everywhere
The rush is inexplicable
The pressure is high, but the calm is nigh
As if it was meant to be and no other can let it but be
So is the will that takes it to a fill without any wonder who it will be
Same same, the day continues, and when all is said and done
One morning did it all.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
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This resonates so much! I really enjoyed the read too, I truly felt the pulse of the theme; that of a stream of consciousness flowing out through the rhythm of your words! Really great.