Twist on the mind
Time, a tricky destination
To look back, with all that it entails
What was, what may never pass again
A sense of melancholy
Lines the inner mind
While looking forward
Visions across the infinite
Firing all the senses
And dream of what lies beyond
To look back, with all that it entails
What was, what may never pass again
A sense of melancholy
Lines the inner mind
While looking forward
Visions across the infinite
Firing all the senses
And dream of what lies beyond