Every now and again you think.
         You step back from the moment and breathe.
      And in these small breaths, the intervals between the thoughts, there is bliss.
        And I never really found out what that means but, I guess I don't really need to know.
        There are dreams you dream in the daytime.
     And there are nightmares that take your fear away.
        There are endless nights and years that fly and I, watch it all pass.
      There is time, as in what a watch reads, and there is time, as in time to watch the clouds rolls by on a perfectly rainy day.
        There is hate in this world, yes, but that is simply one side of a sphere.
     This is never ending, we are never ending, time will never be of the essence because I will never be of the essence.
              There will never be a more important and opportune moment in your life than this one, so take the time, the intervals between the breaths, to think.