time

and then there's no time.

went trough the beginning knowing the time was coming. And words came so hard so fast, just like the rain falling to my windshield.

think about my aches and pains, and remember those days in the wet hot night, under the lights at the park; and nothing matters, no one cares.

i wonder what is time for you know.

got to the resting time thinking, flying away, walking through the mountains of time among the memories, the smiles and burning socks, dirty plates in the sink and nothing seems to be important now, or then.

one voice far away spits the anger grown during the days of laughing and smoke... the other voice is not there, there's no voice, there's no time but a reminder.

and i call again, and one girl ignores, and the other girl plays; but i'm not into playing anyway, i want no games, 'm not a player.

in the dark i blow out and my eyes look around, and i feel so upset and then i think it doesn't really matter; it's just a moment in time, when for some time is money, for others there's no time.

go back to my own private self and i wonder how close was i that day; and i breath deep and i know i was not that close, not for a long time. but how it is to have it inside, how is it to know there's no chance, there's no time. how is it to know it... but there's no voice on the line, no answer.

i try to forget about it, i try to use the concepts and ideas, not the feelings and when i think i'm succeeding i fall again, and i worry about it. i feel, and i fall.

you are leaving us my friend, and take part of us with you, but you will always be part of our lives too... until there's no more time.