xLx's blog: "Time"

Take the subway to the future,
ride beneath the winds of time.
A suitcase full of wishes,
three dollars and a dime.
The hours are lost in dreaming,
of a place so hard to find,
that I hide the darkest secrets
in the tunnels of my mind.

I search for station signs,
but time passes by too soon.
Each spark and then bright flash
is a flicker of the moon.
Let me soar free to the surface,
let me know what lies within.
Free me now from my own secrets,
see the world that I live in.

Time and wind move slowly
when you have no place to go.
Past and future blend
when the present travels slow.
I've caught this very moment,
but it fades away, gray-blue.
And I'm lost in fond remembrance
of a time I never knew.