All Time

Reflecting on what's been 
Though past will be future 
When again yesterday to be made

For me hazy times fume all around
Burning grass in a field of endless supplies
Tall people casting shadows on the short
Little [bad word] circles round the wide

Lazy times waste it well
What better to do with my mind !
Crazy times no rhythm too hard
Deep corners and people with my time
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Overground in joy in clouds sunlit
Snow untouched make pure silhouette
Catches steam grass and dew
Rays not harm the upward gaze

Hosts bring out a game of openfields on the box
Watch the guests who bring the heat of outside
Flags of faith for boundaries to fight
The young so wise before their time
My time your time all time
My time yout time all time

Repeat [bad word] 
Rhythm to your right rhythm the other side
Expression outside and poetry inside 
Pleasure to your touch
Taste of heaven on your mind
And colours before your very eyes