RANLAND

Tik-Tok, Tok-tik; forever leaving, time clicks

Southern chills, controlling cold; love my car, hate the work bestowed

Inside the building, hatred birthed from boredom, Numbers change but time stands still; I want to go, I want to leave for inside these walls no evening wind or late-night chills

The time has come for humbleness to grow; tis the season of moving slow

Ice; Snow; Sleet; Froze

Open fire steams from hot cups

Clear black skies; stars, cold

First time, the urge, to change; to stay sane; early hours at work, off, home, kids on my arms, after a chance to learn and gain, while I relax my brain

New lives are now born

Rain; Sprinkles; Rainbows galore

Sun; warmth; evening sun

I love my job, I love my life, I got my car and title right; You’re still beside me, giving me hope, faith in humanity restored again; ups and down, highs and lows, snakes always crawl, something I know; untimely, unexplained, my position was stripped; the seasons have changed, a new quarter is here

Sun burns, blue eyes more

Heat waves; ice cream; long days, nights

Black, hot; Mosquitos

New seasons bring new things, year in and year out; New days brings new feelings, new concerns and doubts

Tights, boots, hoodies, spooks

Winds, blow; attachments leave, change

Slow, steady; hot; cool

The future’s a wonder, and some of the past is a blur; presently groovy, the vibes I mainly adore

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