09-14-2015, 10:03 PM
Time slips away quite easily,
We hardly know it's gone;
Its river's lined with rocky cliffs,
No shores to rest upon.
There is no time but the present;
there is no space but here.
So how come stories only rest
on the future and far away?
We hardly know it's gone;
Its river's lined with rocky cliffs,
No shores to rest upon.
There is no time but the present;
there is no space but here.
So how come stories only rest
on the future and far away?