Every minute
I forget my zen
Charlie's squatting in the bush
What happens then?
We gotta blow the tunnels
gotta flush the hills
I've got a stash of minutes men
and three dollar bills
I've got a stash of sentiments
and bitter pills
I push the button
and the minute stops
the dance of veils
all the acute drops
how will I ever learn
to be for every minute
to be quite present
to be there and to be in it
what
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