A Knife In Time by James Beoddy
I was lost but now I’m found. I was square but now I’m round. I was up but now I’m down.
The knife is the color of time.
I was young but now I’m old. I was warm but now I’m cold. I was bought but now I’m sold.
The knife is the color of time.
I was gone but now I’m back. I was tight but now I’m slack. I was white but now I’m black.
The knife is the color of time.
I was red but now I’m blue. I was me but now I’m you. I was many but now I’m few.
The knife is the color of time.
I was awful but now I’m fine. I was color, now I’m line. I was water, now I’m wine.
The knife is the color of time.
I was hungry, now I’m fed. I was reading, now I’m read. I was living, now I’m dead.
The knife is the color of time.
I was frightened, now I’m brave. Now I’m spinning in my grave. No more soul to try and save.
The knife is the color of time.
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