poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.

föstudagur, ágúst 17, 2007

time...

Its time I put something new on here but I don't feel like transferring anything right now.
Maybe I have one that I've never posted...think so...nope. Just have to think of something now I guess.

Time...

Hours, minutes, seconds...
what is time to lock us in its grip?
We are bound by space and matter and...Time!

We can't escape, it holds us
we must run by it, live by it
Love by it and die

That is the tragedy,
for time to let go we must die...