You met me naked on a bed of passing time?
But things are what they are, time seemed to meander endlessly when we were young
and now it runs as if it were a young maiden
chased by an oldie
One day it will stop and lie down beside the flames that will consume us
I only wish I get more of her in those little nooks and books that mattered once
But as you and I know, once lost,
she bounces all the way to the great blue nothingness. Perhaps her lover lives beyond those stars.
Maybe that’s why she is in a rush?
