The Tendrills of Time
Watch the past go racing by
To snatch the future from your grasp
Those tomorrows you remembered
An echo of a future's past
In the meadows of my mind
Among the tendrils of time
The things you struggle to forget
The years you barely misremember
Some things are bigger in reflection
And we look forward to beginnings
In the meadows of my mind
Among the tendrils of time
Autor(es): Magick Numbers
