Time changes everything except the memories. They are kind of virtual links between present and past. Like floods, they carry you with them â€¦. far away, where time has no worth and no sense.
Here goes our stuff:
And they carry me far far away
To the land where the the shadows whisper little songs
Speckled sunshine rinses the ground
‘twixt the trees .. homeward bound ..
As we travel down the yellow brick road to nothingness
A futile life .. creating rainbows in the dark
Can you hear the fairies tiptoe .. ?