all time is all time. it does not change. it does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. it simply is. take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as i’ve said before, bugs in amber.
in a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
shadows are falling and i’ve been here all day
it’s too hot to sleep time is running away
feel like my soul has turned into steel
i’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
there’s not even room enough to be anywhere
it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
getting good at walking away from everything.