Sometimes we cling to an impression of everlasting confusion/ held against the nick of time/ and we pour ourselves over and over and over and over/ into arms that do not know how to hold us/ waiting to be healed/ because time heals everything/ but it hides underneath/ ever expanding anxiety/ because you have to move further ahead only/ and run and further ahead only and run and further ahead only and run/ And further ahead only/ because it is a painful game/ the one of going back/ to times of polyphony and splendor/ now lingering as a memory only/ conceived on fixations/ walking paranoias walking melancholy walking dejection/ forgetting moments of time/ visualizing clarity but not wanting it/ because it is plain boring/ time after time after time/ time after time after time/ time after time after time.
Nothing ripens without time.
Nothing ripens without time.