Time is a good measure, time is line, you can cross events, moments in this line and remember, re live it. It's precise you dont need to have worry if you are losing track, it's logical, its just there. A great instrument to have as a parameter, no doubt about it.
From the smallest second, passing by months, years, centuries, until eternity, time just goes on, regardless if you exist in it, or if you are a memory, a note marked in it by someone that wishes to remind what you were.
Still its incredible how I can't put my love in it, it's not big enough to contain all, it spreads into my future and it melts with my past and when I look it up to me they all look like the present, so time is no longer precise.
And there I am standing, staring what would be logical, precise and wondering how it got mixed, how it got so misterious, unpredictable. Maybe I am missing something, so I look over and see no mistakes in your love.
Then it hits me, it's not an year together, time is not the parameter, your love is, and all made sense, and time, well, time... become irrelevant.
From the smallest second, passing by months, years, centuries, until eternity, time just goes on, regardless if you exist in it, or if you are a memory, a note marked in it by someone that wishes to remind what you were.
Still its incredible how I can't put my love in it, it's not big enough to contain all, it spreads into my future and it melts with my past and when I look it up to me they all look like the present, so time is no longer precise.
And there I am standing, staring what would be logical, precise and wondering how it got mixed, how it got so misterious, unpredictable. Maybe I am missing something, so I look over and see no mistakes in your love.
Then it hits me, it's not an year together, time is not the parameter, your love is, and all made sense, and time, well, time... become irrelevant.
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