for a tiny flash
there was, it
but it gone
too soon too quick
honey stirred and mixed so well, well
counter-clockwise
tick tock tick
talk all day long
tipping the point
left to worry for nothing
milk spills
nights are good for ‘em
hmm idontknowanymore
it is not time for it is not time
go back time never rewinds itself going back suffers time lost
time is always going to be lost anyway
move on. flowers wither.
move on.
