So what is time?
your concept not mine

Meaningless years,
slingshot round the sun
fade, and disappear...

Arbitrate me,
with former days of ****,
drunken on this power
it beggars my belief.


We could leap off a cliff,
you could fly with me,
through this moment, our Eternity.

And lose nothing.

So what is time?
When You've always been right here?


On your face,
it looks more like fear.