Where does it go?The time?The hand moves slow,Sound the chime.It seemed to grow wings,But where did it fly?Days of nothings,I wave goodbye.Yesterday seems,So far away,Twitching through dreams,Haunting as I lay.Sound the alarm,The loud clock beeps,So I move my arm,To remove the sheets.The cold air invades,I get asked a few questions,Respond playing charades,My brain out of suggestions.I just want to sleep,To go back to dre...
A band of infinite steel against a limitless charcoal sky, the St. Lawrence apathetically watches the approach of Winter’s cold as he carelessly holds the metropolis beside his bed like an exhausted harlot is held in the moment before her escort pays her for her soul. Both were colourful riots of fun and passion now spent and fading already into grey memory against the weight of eternity.
I call her Lady. That is what she is and will be. And time. What is time? It is the difference between us. A number. A perception. It does not exist when we are talking. My heart beats faster as my mind finds her in my crowded thoughts. I would have loved to meet her in my past. In the present I am spoken for but it’s complicated. I am her online friend. But my emotions betray me. Drawn back to feelings that I thought wer...
Tick tock, tick tockHurry up, hurry upGet a move on and be doneSpare one hour for some funHurry up, hurry upGet it done. Tick tock, tick tockGo to bed, go to bedShut your eyes and fall asleepbut don't fall in too deepGo to bed, close your eyesCatch some sleep.Tick tock, tick tockA shower, a showerYou are out of time by farHurry up get to the carWaking up, you are lateStart the car...
