we spoke of

we spoke of Time without the hands that bine us together and how the little hand rotates round keeping us mistyfied by the constant rotations it makes.

still keeping us in line, constantly guided by the sway of the 2nd,hands that dictate what is and what is not. as we move along governed by the clock.

we spoke of life 5 years from now,how things will remain the same and how we would change.superfically,externaly, but hopefully just maybe from within.