Time is just a concept, a moment with a name.
Something in-which can never be evaded.
A freedom, lost in the concept,
bound to a ticking clock.
We want to forget.
Just for now.
Begone.
in
our
swirling
vortex.
Take me back to the day,
that moment with a name.
A time: where I was meant to be.
My thoughts clouded with sage.
A haze pushing me side-ways.
My black memory's.
Time is just a concept,
in-which we can never repair.
No going back-ways,
all will have to remain.
No-one to blame,
the fates will withhold.
And nothing will ever be foretold...
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
Time is just a concept, a moment with a name.
Something in-which can never be evaded.
A freedom, lost in the concept,
bound to a ticking clock.
We want to forget.
Just for now.
Begone.
in
our
swirling
vortex.
Take me back to the day,
that moment with a name.
A time: where I was meant to be.
My thoughts clouded with sage.
A haze pushing me side-ways.
My black memory's.
Time is just a concept,
in-which we can never repair.
No going back-ways,
all will have to remain.
No-one to blame,
the fates will withhold.
And nothing will ever be foretold...
