No, no timeless places exist

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With silver rimmed glasses I stir the stew of my heart
And forget my last thought as I turn to this
And I fake my rite of passage
That I somehow missed
As I follow the white rabbit to the God inside
And I am lazy to decide
My dreams passing through the beauty of such a lovely like Renée Zellweger
Liken to love to fill this place in my groping mind groping for romance
Groping to beleive that all is good and fine
So much that it pushes me to the farthest
Some edge of consiciousness
Where if I breathed only the softest breath
I would fall in love for all of time
And that would leave me only death
You would think of all of this as only babble, but no babble is sweeter than mine
Random thoughts from a random mind randomly placed for you to only by chance find
And a gold chain necklace lighter than the lightest feather
Would adorn you
While the soft glow of a fireplace flickers in the reflection of your eye can be seen before you
As your eyes grow bigger and bigger
But that is a story for another place and another time...