What is love all about? Is it something we trust or doubt? Does it make you fly and touch the cloud? Or tied and stuck to the ground? Or is it messy? So you decide to play around.. What if we trust love and say it out loud? But no one heard that sound. Do we leave and forget about the love we found? Or indulge in love and be more profound? Is love a choice or to it we get bound?
As the time drags on you can absorb all that surrounds you in a time much different than all others. You look at the clock and it may choose to go forwards or even backwards, strange. It is absolute madness I know; but it is also something to make you think. If time is straight forward then why can we feel it bend so easily? The rules are twisted and manipulated, something as concrete as time is then changed. It drags on though, like that last drop of syrup from the glass bottle. So sweet and decadent you must indulge in it before it is gone; time that is.