It flows like a river, dances in the wind, cries tears of tomorrow and sighs a goodbye. Watch the Sun set from the face of a clock – step, by step, and every way.

Two silent faces, two voices intertwined. Words of the future and a world out of reach. Find me some land, a castle – a mountain where the sun rises and a world of pain. Stare into the blue sky, and cut my wings; perhaps there is no other way.

Watch me run, and fly and coffee. Worlds away, but flights of fancy.