Time Shop---

[Urus Fret]

Every day seems to be gone,
when you ready, the paralells
split the verbal view-------
Anything can be seen, here on
this flowin avenue, where all
the seekers pass by, on their
way to the Time Shop-----

A fragment of endlessness, can
be yours, for a smile or two.
Do we follow a flightpath, like
partickles, drawn towards a
center, do we go for the goin',
or for the kick of doin-------

See--- the difference between
facts and fantacy, say farewell
to the imaginary set-ups, that
they offer us-------
If there are maps, of futures
hopes and dreams, there must
be blueprints in our minds, that
charges us, on our way to
The Time Shop-----------