He was sitting on a rock thinking to himself.
It's the feeling that he moved ahead in space leaving the time behind.
Time tied tightly somewhere in past. Can't escape to catch up with him.
How many times he turned back, staring into the hopeless eyes of time,
He needed that time with him, but the time could not escape.
Slowly he forgot about the time, and kept on moving in space,
Without time, it was a quite journey no beats no ticks,
Now the vision is so much blurred in the darkness of space,
when he turned around , he doesn't see anything, not the time,
neither the moments around which it has tied itself.
he lost all that time, he never bothered to count those ticks.
It's the feeling that he moved ahead in space leaving the time behind.
Time tied tightly somewhere in past. Can't escape to catch up with him.
How many times he turned back, staring into the hopeless eyes of time,
He needed that time with him, but the time could not escape.
Slowly he forgot about the time, and kept on moving in space,
Without time, it was a quite journey no beats no ticks,
Now the vision is so much blurred in the darkness of space,
when he turned around , he doesn't see anything, not the time,
neither the moments around which it has tied itself.
he lost all that time, he never bothered to count those ticks.
