no beginning and no end is what the clock is saying, as it tics and tocs and chimes while my soul is gently swaying, to the music i have made with these pictures shaped like bricks in this road that i am laying, to the bugs we’re just like giants so a mantis spends time praying, as we bless it with a rhyme or quick knowledge when its craving, whose to say, the given way, to me theres magic everywhere here in the everyday, ONE mind thats half asleep, when its dreaming and a wake, simply make, theres no mistakes.