• How sad it is that time should pass
• her majesty, the hourglass
• We take the sand of bygone years
• and make mud of it with all our tears
• The tiny drone of bumblebees
• the copper smell of bloodied knees
• the days when rock and roll was king
• and the endless search for everything
• What is this compared to then?
• and will I ever love again?
• The answer to that question brings
• the endless search for everything.

























