Clocks, Hot Air Balloons, and Maps
Not one that goes with the other
Not your average definition
No rhyme
No hidden message
Just things, things I find awesome
Just a tick tock
Just hot air
Just a trace with a finger
Everything is measured in time
Time to eat, or dance, or sleep
Time flies when you're having fun
Even when you're not
When someone hears "hot air"
Proposals aren't what comes to mind
Neither does beauty
Things aren't always what they seem
Traveling is an escape
Some love the adventure
Some fear the unknown
I love tracing the map
These things are far between
But they are awesome to me
Simple, but awesome
There's good in everything
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