The Clock

And the evil creation of Men keeps ticking,
Its shrapnels tacking,
Its claws dragging your mind away
wandering where time has gone.
And you find yourself wandering,
If is it just your perception;
When word blossoms in to a forest of phrases,
phrases flow like rivers from your soul,
and you feel every breath in each coma,
each sigh in every ellipses…

You can’t help but wonder…
just wonder…

or you can let it flow,
just let it go,
no worries,
no thoughts,
just let it dance to the rhythm
and don’t forget to smile!

Petros & Summer dancing @ Avilion