Monday, April 11, 2016


Nights turn into days
Days turn into years
And among them I was going faster in circles
Winds are blowing on me
Blow on the back of my neck
Everything seems too far too big
I'm not moving forward
It's the time that drifts away
This is another passing train
It's a further tightening rope (knot)
Sunrises sinking fast
As more seasons pass
And I stay the same in this shortening time
I'm not moving forward (x2)
 It's the time that drifts away
This is another passing train
It's a further tightening rope (knot)

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