Ordering the Minutes

It’s the space the place for dreaming
It’s an expanse of words simply made for scheming
It’s an idle
An idle moment tilting at the idols
Doling out the turnstiles
Of repetition
Put one foot in front of the other
Unless you’re made for dancing

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