There is no time to sit and fit time into the time we have and so we try to bend time round and in the round the time will come full circle or so we think, but time's a skating rink, we slip, we slide, we try to ride the elevator to the place we call
'I'll see you later'
most will fail of course
the course of time runs at times counter-clockwise
especially when written in my rhymes
and if these are the times of 'I'll see you later'
where the hell's the elevator?
As a concept time has wrecked so many of my assignations and now my destination is the book of revelations,
hoping that I'll have the time to read.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
There is no time to sit and fit time into the time we have and so we try to bend time round and in the round the time will come full circle or so we think, but time's a skating rink, we slip, we slide, we try to ride the elevator to the place we call
'I'll see you later'
most will fail of course
the course of time runs at times counter-clockwise
especially when written in my rhymes
and if these are the times of 'I'll see you later'
where the hell's the elevator?
As a concept time has wrecked so many of my assignations and now my destination is the book of revelations,
hoping that I'll have the time to read.
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