/10:30/ i move to see up close like a safari guide in need of adrenaline

/10:45/ i talk to him but listen to you

/11:00/ common ground can be the thinnest ice

/11:11/my wishes come true and my mind needs new gears

/11:30/the hills of our fingerprints make a landscape of the rarest kind

/11:50/ i am a simply jester for the queen; this is my divine right

/12:00/the silence: dreadful and drowning

/12:15/our time is almost over and i realize it was not enough

/12:20/ goodbye

/12:30/ may seconds one day turn to sand